“I’m sleeping with your guitar again. I hate it when you aren’t here.”

“Baby.” I clench my cell phone. “Didn’t you go out with the guys tonight?”

He yawns. “I did, but it doesn’t feel right to get pretty for anyone but you.”

I groan and adjust myself. Just the thought of his smudge-lined eyes does it. I don’t want him pretty for anyone else but me either. His voice, calling my name, is tinny through the small speaker.

I take a deep breath and swing open the door. He jumps up, his eyes wide.

“Hey, beautiful, I’m home.”

(Picture prompt given to me by Tessa)

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