Reunited and It Feels So Good

Passions Only

SLR Labs

The front door clicked shut, muffling the world and leaving only the hushed silence of our own sanctuary. His suitcase dropped with a soft thud by the umbrella stand, forgotten, as my hands found their way to the familiar slope of his shoulders, tense from travel. A slow, deep sigh escaped his lips, warming my neck as he pulled me closer, his fingers tracing the delicate line of my spine. I leaned into the solid comfort of his chest, breathing in the scent of his skin, a fragrance I had achingly missed for weeks. Our foreheads touched, a silent conversation passing between us in the quiet dimness of the hallway. His gaze, heavy with longing, dropped to my lips before he finally closed the last inch between us in a kiss that tasted of homecoming and sweet relief. Every gentle press of his mouth spoke of lonely nights and empty spaces in our bed now being filled. My fingers tangled in his hair, holding him there, anchoring myself to this moment of pure, unadulterated reunion. The air itself seemed to hum with a renewed energy, charged with the unspoken words and pent-up passion of our separation. In that endless embrace, the weary miles melted away, leaving only the profound, trembling joy of being completely and utterly his once more.