The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the mansion as Kimberly parked the car in front of it, the weight of the day finally catching up to her.
She pushed open the door, relief washing over her as the familiar scent of where she now called home filled her senses.
As she opened the bedroom door and walked inside, she was welcomed by the sound of soft snores and found Melvin sprawled out across the rumpled sheets on the bed, fast asleep. He was a picture of peaceful exhaustion. A half-smile played on his lips, and her normally messy hair was tamed into a few unruly strands that fell over his forehead. Kimberly found herself unable to tear her gaze away, a warmth blooming in her chest.
The memory of their morning kiss resurfaced, sending a warmth blooming in her chest once more and a tingle down her spine. The moment had been electric, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air.
