You and Chris have been in a relationship for some time now. Three years, to be exact. You love and appreciate each other to the point of madness. You understand his work and don't get upset when he disappears in the studio until the morning.

You talk a lot, so there are no quarrels or misunderstandings in your relationship, but everything happens for the first time, right?

One day, when Chris promised to come back early, you were sitting and waiting for him in the kitchen again with a prepared dinner and a good mood. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. He didn't come.

You exhaled and put everything in the fridge - it didn't matter, because dinner was cold. You turned off the light and went to the bedroom, not waiting for the moment when your boyfriend finally came home.

You moved in together after a year of dating, so you were used to being together every day.

You fell asleep with a heavy head and a crack in your heart. A couple of hours later, the door opened with the characteristic squeak of entering a code-password. Chris carefully entered the apartment, taking off his jacket and shoes.

He knew he fucked up, but he was upset that you slept without waiting for him. He had no right to be offended, but he was.

He quickly changed into his home clothes and lay down next to you, placing his hand on your waist and pressing closer, but even sleeping, you were still offended and moved away from him.