It had been another long day for Camille. Now she sat on her couch and tried to forget her stress. On the table was a bottle and a glass of wine, next to it was her script. Actually, she didn't need it. She knew her text - and meanwhile also the text of her colleagues - by heart, could recite it both forwards and backwards. But what else should she do? She wasn't used to being alone. She took a sip of wine, then put a hand to her aching neck. The stress had settled there. She sighed and picked up her script again when there was a knock on her door.
"Thank God," she muttered, and stood up. Anything was better than enduring this loneliness. She opened the door …
"Surprise!"
It had to be a dream. Yes, she was so tired from the busy week that she fell asleep. There was no other logical explanation why Mia and Logan - including luggage - suddenly stood in front of her.
Mia looked at Logan questioningly. "Daddy, what's wrong with her?"
Logan smiled and ran a hand through Mia's hair. "I think she's a little too surprised."
"Mommy, aren't you happy to see us?"
These words pulled Camille out of her trance. She blinked and then a smile appeared on her face that exuded nothing but pure bliss. "Of course I'm happy," she called and pulled Mia into her arms. "But what are you doing here?"
"Well," Logan said, who came in with the luggage and closed the door, "Mia and I had a talk and we decided that two months are enough. So we decided to come here so we can spend the last month together."
If it had taken anything else to make Camille's happiness perfect, it was this. She let go of Mia, walked over to Logan and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
Logan smiled and gave her a gentle kiss in response.
After putting Mia to bed - but not before Mia had given Logan a tour of the entire apartment - they sat down on the couch. Logan looked at the bottle of wine and the script, then looked at Camille's happy but also exhausted face. "Long day?" He asked sympathetically.
"Actually, it's been a long and busy week," she admitted, putting her hand back on the back of her neck.
"Are you in pain?" The sound of concern in his voice couldn't be ignored.
"Just tight muscles."
"Sounds like someone needs one of my special massages."
"No, that's not necessary. You had a long flight."
He shrugged. "I'm used to jetlag. Besides …" he muttered, pulling Camille closer to him, "I couldn't see or touch you for two months. So don't be a spoilsport."
"I guess I have no other choice," she sighed, but smiled at the same time.
"Good decision," he replied with a grin and carefully cupped her neck and shoulders.
After the first few seconds, Camille could literally feel how the tension in her muscles was gradually easing. If you looked at it closely, it wasn't the work that was so stressful for her, but rather the fact that she was lonely. But luckily that had now changed.
"Everything okay?" Logan asked, not wanting to cause her any more pain.
"Yes, it's perfect."
It was no wonder that he was so talented at it. Because Logan still wanted to be a doctor, he was well versed in medical things like illnesses, injuries, and first aid. But he also had a fairly compact knowledge of the human body. And this knowledge was not only useful for massages.
Logan felt her relax more and more and stopped. He pushed a few strands of her curly hair aside and gently touched the back of her neck with his lips. Then he closed his eyes and inhaled the scent of her perfume. He heard her laugh. "That doesn't feel like a massage."
He opened his eyes, smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder. "Sorry, but I couldn't resist."
"Don't be sorry. It feels good."
"Really?" He asked mischievously, running two fingers down her spine, causing goosebumps to form on her arms. He kissed the back of her neck a second time and Camille sighed softly, enjoying his touch. But when she felt his lips on her neck, she turned around and touched his shoulder. "Logan?"
"Hmmm?"
She hesitated. "You ... you know how much I love you and you can't even imagine how much I've missed you in the last two months, but ..."
"You don't want to sleep with me?"
"Yes. I mean, of course I want to be close to you. I want to lie in your arms, I want to hear your voice, and I want to feel your touch and kisses, but not more. At least not tonight," she muttered, looking down so she wouldn't see the disappointment on his face. But when he gently lifted her chin so that she had to look into his eyes, she saw nothing but love and sympathy in them. He pulled her into his arms. "I understand. And I'm okay with that."
"Really?"
"Of course. There is nothing wrong with being intimate with your partner without sleeping together."
"God, how can you be so perfect?"
"We both know very well that I'm far from perfect. I have flaws and weaknesses just like everyone else," he said quietly, stroking her arm.
"I think you are perfect because you have flaws. Because these flaws makes you the person I love more than anything." She stroked his hair and gave him a gentle kiss, which he returned just as gently and tenderly.