Her pyjama clad legs hung from atop the kitchen bench. Ugg boots tapped the wooden cupboards as they swung in beat to the music. She sipped on a fishbowl glass of red as she furiously recounted the excitement of her day. He chopped broccoli into florets as he listened to her nattering, the sound enough to dissipate the stress of his day. She paused to watch him, pushing her hand against her heart to make sure it hadn’t yet exploded. He noticed her hesitation and felt her gaze on his back. He turned. They locked eyes.
“I love you.”