As he stepped into the dimly lit room, he could feel the warmth radiating from her presence. She sat on the edge of the bed, her head tilted back, one hand cradling her face while the other rested on his thigh. He closed the door softly behind him and stood there, taking in the sight of her. He'd missed her so much during his absence.
He slowly lowered himself to the mattress, their eyes meeting for the first time since he'd walked in. There was an unspoken understanding between them that filled the air; a tangible connection that had only grown stronger with time apart. He reached out and gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek, tracing its path with his fingertip.
Their lips met in a tender kiss, their bodies seemingly remembering the familiar rhythm of their lovemaking. Their hands explored each other with a passion that was both intimate and desperate, as if they were trying to imprint every inch of each other's skin onto their memories for eternity.
