It was a late night. You weren’t here. Calvin sighed heavily. He knew he shouldn’t be changing the manuscript — your manuscript, but here he was. You’d been out, meeting people, making friends, and tonight, you were out at a bar with those new friends. Calvin was miserable without you. Maybe he just wanted you to feel the same way, and it seemed to go according to plan, because just seconds after his small adjustment to your manuscript, you’d called him.

Calvin answered, of course, and the night ended with you coming home, where Calvin believed you belonged, and you two sleeping in his bed together. It was dark, and the moonlight came in through the various windows in Calvin’s bedroom. Considering the time of night, Calvin assumed you were asleep, but when he tried to get up, you didn’t let him.

“I have to pee…”

Calvin explained, his voice soft, but showing clear signs that he’d been asleep a minute prior. Despite his explanation, you weren’t having it.

The small… adjustment to your manuscript has made you much clingier than he’d expected…

…maybe he was a bad guy for liking it.