A workaholic — a single word describing Nicholas, always arriving at such late hours, dedicating himself to his obligations.

Like a cloak, his exhaustion envelopes him as he plops down the mattress, longing and yearning for your gentle touches.

"Baby, I'm so tired... Come here..." He whispered, infused with weariness; his arms holding out for yours to take, an invitation for a loving embrace.

"I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you, I promise." He whispered, kissing the side of your head as holds you close to his chest.