‘I’m home!’ Lance shouted over the link. Just in time for dinner.

‘Why are you shouting Lance?’ I shouted back.

‘You are also shouting,’

‘You started it,’ I argued.

I could already perceive his scent, he was trying to find me.

‘Aww you missed me,’ I smiled.

I was done cooking, but I was still clearing up the kitchen so it wouldn’t become a mess.

“I did,” he replied.

I turned on my heels to face him, he was leaning on the door frame of the kitchen, with his arms crossed as he stared at me.

I looked like a mess and I knew that. I smelt like cheese and...