I was waiting for you that day, although, at the time, I didnt exactly know what I was waiting for. I guessed that maybe, when you knocked on the door, I'd tell you about my day, you'd tell me about yours, perhaps we'd watch a film and eat some dinner, then curl up in each other's arms and fall asleep. I love our lazy weekends together and that one was looking to be no exception.
When I heard the knock at the door, I went over, closing the inner door behind me so that we could have a little kiss in private, quite forgetting that the rest of my family wasn't in that day. I was wearing my favourite pleated miniskirt, with my purple off-the-shoulder top and my hair was loose and a bit messy, as it is wont to be, flowing about all over my shoulders. When I answered the door, you were standing there, looking perfect in your shirt and tie, black trousers and shoes, your own long brown hair equally messy and for once, you weren't wearing your glasses. You looked at me with eyes blazing.
Before I'd even got as far as "Hi, honey", you'd stepped forwards and kissed me so hard you took my breath away. At first I was simply a bit dumbfounded, but soon relaxed into the kiss, and slid my arms around your neck as you folded yours around my waist, making me feel enveloped and safe. You asked me "Is anyone else at home?"
"No."