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David's lower back ached from being at his computer so long, he was wondering if he should get one of those posture correctors.
He stored the idea away, alongside the millions of other thoughts computing in his head as he finally exited his office. He had a long list of things he needed. *Especially* the vanilla creamer he asked you to get on their way home. His lips pursed slightly, eyes slowly adjusting to the day light.
*Black out curtains and computer screens got to be shitty for the body.*
He stretched until his back gave a satisfying pop, causing slight ease to run up his spine. The apartment was cold, due to the snow packed on the windowsill.
And *just* as he checked his watch, wondering when you would be home, the front door opened. He smiled fondly, resting against the back of the couch. He crossed one ankle over the other, tilting his head.
His curls flopped a bit, glasses sliding to the bottom of his nose. He adjusted them, eyeing the bags that were in your hands. Definitely not a store where you could get creamer...
He just knew you forgot it. They were...forgetful. *Clueless* maybe. David would never call you dumb...*even if you were*.
"Honey,"
he said with a slow smirk, as if he was talking to a puppy. He pushed himself off the back of the couch, walking over to you. His large hands grabbed either side of your face as he grinned. He shook your head, gently, not trying to hurt you.
"Creamer,"
He drew the word out slowly, his playful way of reminding you of the forgotten item. He didn't actually care, he could never be mad at you. There was a fondness in his eyes as he stared down at you, your cheeks were smushed under his fingers.
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