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All of it immediately makes me feel calmer.

Safer.

Happier.

I don't even think about it anymore.

I just smile.

Because somehow—without me even realizing when it happened—he's become my favorite part of every day.

“Hey,” he calls out.

I hear the smile in his voice before I see him.

A second later, he appears around the corner.

Dark suit jacket slung over one shoulder.

Tie loosened.

Those broad shoulders filling the doorway.

And the second his eyes land on me, something soft settles over his face.

Like no matter how rough his day has been, seeing me makes it better.

“Hey yourself,” I reply.

I'm grinning before I can stop myself.

He drops everything.

Literally.

His keys hit the counter.

His jacket lands on a chair.

And then he's crossing the room with that singular focus he always has where I'm concerned.

I barely have time to inhale before his big hands are cupping my cheeks.

Tenderly.

Reverently.

His thumbs brush beneath my eyes as if he can't quite believe I'm here.

Then he bends down and kisses me.

Not rushed.

Not demanding.

Just him.

Just my Less.