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6:30 - Sunday, September 5th.
Miles laid on the couch in the study, his back against the arm. He reached for his tea cup after flipping another page of the book that sat in his lap.
A lock clicked, “Welcome home, my love~” Miles leaned his head over the arm rest to see his husband, Larry. “Hi, hun.” Larry walked over to Miles, leaning down to kiss him. Miles lifted his hand up, intertwining his fingers into Larry's blond, messy hair.
Larry broke the kiss to go place his things down before joining his partner on the couch, wrapping his arms around his waist and placing his face in the crook of Miles' neck. “How was work, My dear?” Miles asked, placing his arms on Larry's shoulders and across his back. “Swell..” Larry's voice was sleepy and tired. “That's good, honey.” “How was your day?” “Fine!” Larry let out a soft hum as he laid his back on Miles’ shoulder.
It was very soon that Larry was snoring into Miles’ shoulder. Miles sighed, playfully rolling his eyes. Miles quickly thought of everything he needed to do but cleared his mind. It was Sunday. He could do everything he needed to do Monday. Right now he was allowed to be lazy on a Sunday evening.