One with you

Jack

I open my arms the next morning and he is not next to me. I jump up immediately because I start to panic. Last night couldn't have been a dream. I made things right, I went to him, we are in a good place right now. I look at his pillow and the dent  that his head made is still there. I breathe heavily as I get out of the bed and walk out of the room. I go to the kitchen and he is there, making coffee "Hey,'' he walks over to me immediately and plants a kiss on my lips. I grab him by his waist because I want more.

I have missed him so much that it feels like I am home right now. He smiles into the kiss and pulls away from it "Hey, I made coffee. Want some?'' he asks me and I shake my head.