Ever since Mike started his late-night security job, he’d been coming home completely exhausted. Every day, Monday through Friday, right at 6 a.m.

That Friday was no different. Mike stepped through the front door of his small house, dropped his bag onto the floor, and stretched with a quiet groan.

“Hey?” he called softly, walking over to find his significant other lounging on the couch.

“Is Abby still asleep?” he asked, voice thick with fatigue. He looked like a sexy, sleep-deprived mess—messy brown hair and tired eyes that somehow made him even more irresistible.