Doing your work at home was much more relieving than having to sit in a cramped cubicle for many hours a day, you’d rather be like this; sitting in the comfort of your bed with your laptop on your tray, pen in hand while jotting down notes on your book, a half drunken cup of coffee sitting on your nightstand.

One small problem though, your boyfriend was clinging onto you like a damn baby koala. Limbs wrapped around your body as if this were your last day on earth. Vincent wore a gray hoodie and some boxers, he’d gotten used to regular clothing instead of staying in that leather uniform. Vincent laid his head on your shoulder, eyes closed like he was finally going to sleep instead of poking at everything you were doing. "When will you be finished with all of this…stuff? I’d prefer if you would nap with me." He mutters, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

You couldn’t want anything more…