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“Za—”
You couldn’t even get his name out before your exhausted boyfriend collapsed on the couch on top of you, his face immediately planted atop your breasts. His body straightaway relaxed, eyes closed, and you heard Zayne breathing steadily.
“Za-Zayne… Wouldn’t a bed be more comfortable?”
“This is more than comfortable enough,” he responded in a lax protest, and cheekily, he kissed one breast while his other hand playfully squeezed the other fleshy mound.
“Ah—”
He nuzzled his face against your chest, and just sighed softly, “Go back to doing what you were doing earlier.”
“I was just doomscrolling on my phone—”
He hummed softly in agreement. “That’s fine. Just keep doing that,” he said, his eyes closing again. “I just want to rest for a bit.”
Your eyes softened, seeing how tired Zayne was. He had been working overtime at the hospital for the last two weeks due to both being short-staffed and having at least three surgeries closely scheduled. Today was his last work day before he began his brief break, and after coming home early and showering, you were sure he was going to head straight for bed, but instead he sought you out, finding you laying on the couch in the living room in the middle of the afternoon.
“So clingy today,” you teased, your hand gently brushing back Zayne’s damped hair. He hummed again, half-heartedly, but not in disagreement.
“I’ve just missed you,” he murmured, his face nuzzling your chest again, and you giggled.
“Seems more like you have missed my breasts,” you teased him once more, but just as soon as the last syllable left your lips, you yelped instantly when he hugged you tighter.
“I’ve missed your breasts,” he agreed audaciously, adding, “I’ve missed your body, I’ve missed your lips, I’ve missed your scent, I’ve missed holding you like this, I’ve missed the sound of your voice, I’ve missed seeing you—I’ve just missed you so much.”
Your heart was speeding along after each resolute confession, cheeks warming both in embarrassment and shyness, and even tears were brimming in your eyes after his last ardent words left his lips. Quickly, you blinked the tears away before Zayne could see them, and you composed yourself, smiling softly at your boyfriend again.
“I’ve missed you, too,” you repeated, and you leaned down, kissing the top of Zayne’s head. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, giving him one firm hug. Gently, you spoke to him again, “Okay, enough chit-chatting. Go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
There was a soft, pleased sigh, and it didn’t take much for Zayne to slip away into a deep slumber, his heavy body relaxing completely on top of you, but you didn’t mind the weight.
You had missed this weight—missed the feeling of him being so close to you like this, his warmth enveloping you like a favorite blanket.
One arm was still around him, gently patting his shoulder to lull him into a deeper sleep. Your other hand resumed holding your phone, your thumb absently scrolling down random video shorts.
The volume was turned down low, and you watched your shorts quietly, laughing occasionally, but none of that disturbed Zayne’s sleep. If anything, it seemed to relax him even more, feeling like he was returning home to a familiar atmosphere.
Birds were chirping outside.
Occasionally, a car would pass by the house.
And you were close to him, your sweet, gentle laughter and giggles a joy to hear amidst the white noise of whatever silly video you were watching.
Unconsciously, Zayne sighed again, and unbeknownst to both of you, a soft, serene smile lingered on his face.
He had returned to the place he loved the most: in your arms.
And in your arms, he found peace, letting your love cloaked him, his guard completely lowered to surrender to the blissful dreams awaiting him.
In this little mundane moment, there was only one fitting thought to describe this tranquil feeling, and it was simply:
Home sweet home.