Imagine coming home after a rough day to your partner, Rossi.
As soon as you got home, you closed the door, turning the lock as you had done thousands of times before, and then rested your forehead against the cool wood. Taking a deep breath, you let out the last of the long, tough day that you had - only to find two steady hands latching onto your hips. “Amore mio,” David’s smooth voice trailed through your ears, soothing a part of you that you didn’t realize was still holding onto the tension. You hadn’t been sure whether he’d be home - and you were relieved to find that he was. “What’s the matter?” “Just a rough day,” You said, and you turned around to be in his arms. To look at his comforting face. He worked one of the hardest jobs in the world, and yet here he was, worried about you, when your job wasn’t nearly so gut-wrenching. Gosh, you loved him. “What I can do?” He asked, his hand moving towards your lower back, rubbing at it softly. “This is enough,” You said, tucking your head into his shoulder and kissed his cheek, the softness of the shaved skin versus the bristles of his immaculately kept goatee. “More than enough.”