[If every homecoming was going to be exactly like this one, then he would have all of the incentive he would ever need to continue returning to her. To start switching his thinking, to trying to find ways to come back sooner rather than how to stay way. To begin to realize that he had something good and warm and wonderful waiting for him, something welcoming, something that made him feel as if he finally belonged.
Fingers trail upwards, ghosting over the soft skin of her check before slipping backwards, pushing thick strands of dark hair so it became securely tucked behind her ear.]
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Fingers trail upwards, ghosting over the soft skin of her check before slipping backwards, pushing thick strands of dark hair so it became securely tucked behind her ear.]
Yeah. I am home.