Coming Home Late
The door creaked open, making the hallway lights shine into the bedroom and over the person lying in bed, fast asleep. Derek smiled at the women lying in bed. She was curled up on her side, her back facing away from the door. He heard her breathing: soft and slow. Derek quietly took off his jeans. When he climbed onto the bed, the women turned to face her intruder. She smiled sleepily at him, cupping his cheek in her hand and pulling him down for a kiss. He hummed against her mouth, parting only to pull her into his arms.