His Home

"Aslan, take a bath first. You stink of fish. Take a shower and I'll prepare dinner for you. Even though you still don't want to eat, I'll still cook something. You might be hungry in the middle of the night."

Aslan still wanted to hug his wife's warm body. Going sailing on the ocean for three days made his body turn cold and his wife's warmth was something he could call home. It was warm and calming.

"I want to be like this for a while," Aslan said as Rosie tried to break free from his embrace.

Rosie let go of her hand and returned her husband's hug. 

"What is it? Did you really miss me?" she asked jokingly.

However, Aslan answered seriously. "Yeah. Really. I really miss your warmth."

Rosie smoothed her husband's hair and whispered something. The man's eyes immediately widened, and he stood looking for a towel.

"You promise? Don't take it back. I'll take a quick bath," Aslan exclaimed as he was about to leave the house.