I hated late shifts. Not just because I was tired when I returned home, but because my wife was already asleep in our bed.

I made my way to the bathroom where I took a quick shower to rid me of my stench. I lazily threw on a pair of silk slacks and laid beside her in bed, sinking the mattress.

My breath reeked of cigarettes and whiskey. I wrapped my arms around my wife and scoffed at her breathing pattern.

“I know you’re not really asleep.” I murmured.

I kissed her nape.

“Sexy…”