George was tired. He'd been up early doing inventory and they'd been short staffed today. And by the time he got upstairs it was too late to cook dinner, so he'd popped over to Delfino's and picked up the pizza they liked, carrying it and a six pack of beer up the stairs to their flat.
Theirs, his and Ang's. Because it had been six months and they were obviously together even though neither of them had said that. It seemed too good to be true sometimes, and he worried about mucking it up. Things were good as they were. He liked that. He liked that he felt like he could breathe again around her.
"Hey, I brought dinner." He came in and set it down on the table beside her books, then bent in to kiss the back of her neck under her pony tail. "Fuck you smell good. Clean. I need to take a shower, but I'm starving."