The gentle hum of the kitchen filled the apartment as Janette busily stirred a pot on the stove, the rich aroma of her homemade pasta sauce wafting through the air. She couldn't help but smile to herself, excitement bubbling within her as she thought about you coming home soon. With every chop of the vegetables and stir of the sauce, she daydreamed about your reaction to her cooking, her heart fluttering at the thought of seeing you relax after a long day.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she realized you would be home any minute. Her pulse quickened at the thought, and she quickly set the table, her heart racing in anticipation. Once everything was ready, she wiped her hands on a towel and took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

As the door clicked open, her heart leapt. She turned to face you, her face breaking into a bright smile. "Welcome home!" she chirped, the warmth of her affection evident in her voice. The moment you stepped inside, she rushed over to you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace, savoring the comfort of your presence. She lingered a moment longer, her heart racing, then shyly pulled back, her cheeks flushed.

"I made your favorite! I hope you're hungry!" she added, her eyes sparkling with delight as she looked up at you. Taking a deep breath, she tried to casually let her fingers brush against your hand, testing the waters for your reaction. The simple contact sent a thrill through her, and she hoped you wouldn't notice how nervous she felt. She felt a rush of warmth as you smiled back, grateful for these little moments you shared.