Harrison gestured toward the kitchen with a tilt of his head. “I have a frozen lasagne with your name on it.”
Smiling, he nodded. “Sounds awesome.”
That night, when they got into bed, Harrison took hold of one of Jeremy’s arms before rolling away from him. He scooted back, fitting his butt into the cradle of Jeremy’s hips and tucking the arm he’d captured around his waist. “I want to be the little spoon tonight.”
Chuckling, Jeremy snuggled in close, flattening the palm of his hand against Harrison’s chest. “I take it you’ve had enough space for now?”
“Forget space,” Harrison muttered. “I hate space today.”
Jeremy placed a kiss on the curve of Harrison’s shoulder. “Why is that?”
“Because I missed you.” Turning his head, Harrison joined their mouths in a brief kiss. “And I’m glad you’re home.”
