She stood there, quietly and quickly assembling the sandwich, squaring the meat and cheese and bread, just so. It goes into the Baggie with a pinch and a zip. Her thoughts are busied with arranging today’s list of things to do: make the doctor appointment, order the business office supplies, add dog food to the grocery list, and on and on. Behind her, as is true of every morning, she hears his footsteps on the hard floor, slow and uneven, sleepy yet deliberate. As he comes closer, she feels the warmth begin in her belly, the anticipation barely contained beneath the surface of her skin. He stops just short of her, leaning in to gently place a single kiss on the nape of her neck. Her breath catches, not because she’s startled, but because she still gets chills every single time he kisses her there. As he closes the gap between them, his arms wrap around her, sliding in under her own arms and around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, his cheek locking into her own as his beard tickles her sensitive skin. “Good morning, beautiful,” he says, with the same sultry voice as always. She feels the corners of her mouth turning up in a smile before she even thinks about it, her expression of happiness coming easily. She extends her arms across her body atop his arms, her hands grasping on tightly, and she allows her head to lie back onto his chest. Closing her eyes, her mind pauses, forgetting today’s “to do” list momentarily, simply absorbing him in. Again.