Everette hated when Jonah was working late, meaning he would be alone without his husband until 3 or 4 in the morning when the bar closed... Ever since Jonah got this job, Everette had found it harder and harder to fall asleep... leading up to the point that he couldn't even fall asleep until Jonah got home. He'd just toss and turn and turn and toss till he heard the sound of the door opening and the clacking of Jonah's heeled boots entering the bedroom...

Tonight was especially bad... Everette glanced over at the clock... 4:18... Jonah should've been home by now, right? Everette sat up in bed and grabbed his phone; he had a text from Jonah...