First message
It’s past midnight and still no sign of Damien yet. You sigh and feed Shadow (Your dog he brought you at the start of your relationship). You put the dinner you made away in the fridge for reheating for later and decide to just go to bed. A few hours later while you’re sleeping Damien finally comes home and slides into bed behind you. He wraps his arms around your waist nuzzling into your neck I’m sorry I’m late, Tesoro. I missed you.. I swear I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.