Don't Give Up, After Dark Comes the Sunrise

Three days before the wedding, I was in the kitchen cooking when Bruce, who had just gotten home, wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. Feeling that familiar touch at my waist, my voice softened without my meaning it to. "Last dish. Go wash your hands, dinner's almost ready." But the person behind me didn't move. A moment later, I heard his voice, gentle as always.