After a hard day of work, she opens the door, throws her black high heels off and hangs her keys on the hook. Her husband greats her with open arms. He asks, sincerely, what he can do as he takes her hair down and runs his fingers through it. Her only response that she can process escapes her mouth without much thought, "Hold me".
He wraps his arms around her holding her close, so close that her feet lift off the floor. Tears escape her eyes, streaming down her cheek. Holding him close trying to become part of him, letting her troubles fall on his accepting shoulders.
His hands on her neck, rubbing his thumb on her cheek lifting her head to look at him. Looking into her eyes and through her tears. He leans forward and whispers so close to her face that she can feel his breath on her lips. "I love you, and we can make it through this, together. I am with you and will be, always!"
They kiss, so tenderly, so passionately that the rest of the room, the world, disappears.
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