Olivia
Wrapped in my robe, I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting impatiently. My leg bounced nervously, and the book that I had brought to bed to occupy myself sat untouched on the bedside table.
I shouldn’t have felt this nervous over seeing my husband; but after not seeing him for weeks, and even coming dangerously close to having a divorce, tensions were high. I felt rather like I did the first night we hooked up, back before we had admitted our feelings to one another.
God, that felt so long ago now.
When I heard the back door quietly click open, I nearly shot up from where I sat. A few moments later, I heard soft footsteps coming down the hall, and soon a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway.
“Nathan,” I breathed, rushing over to him.
He captured me in h
