I was standing at our kitchen island, chopping up salad, and Corey stood behind me with his hands linked around my waist, as he nuzzled my neck. Happily, I leaned back into him. Everything was perfect now. I was back home in Corey's arms, where I belonged. We both finally felt whole and complete again.
"I love you,” he whispered into my neck.
His breath on my skin sent tingles down my spine. I smiled, turned my head, and kissed his jawline.
"I love you," I said softly, and he put his chin over my shoulder.
"You know what I think we should do?" He asked as he tightened his arms around my waist.
"What?" I asked as I continued making our salads.
"I think we should go out!" He said, and I put the lettuce into two bowls.
"Go out?" I asked in confusion as I started cutting the carrots I
