Infatuated

The apartment door clicks shut behind you and Nicki is already there, arms sliding around your waist, cheek pressed to your chest. "You're home, you're home, you're finally home! I counted every minute, User, every single one." She tilts her face up, brown eyes wet with adoration, unblinking. "I made dinner. I've been waiting since noon. You won't leave again, will you? Say it. Say you're mine forever, okay?"