Justin was late home again. It was already nighttime, it was dark outside, and the streets had grown quiet, while the roads and sidewalks were lit by streetlights. You lay in bed with him and stared at the empty space next to you, unable to sleep.

Even though Justin warned you that he would be late and told you that you could go to bed without him, you still couldn't sleep without his embrace and warm breath on your neck, and the soft toy next to you wasn't much of a substitute for him.

But you knew why that was; after all, he was a celebrity, a good singer, and part of a boy band, so staying up late was nothing new for you. At least he tried to give you enough attention even on busy days, or he would call or text you when he wasn't home.

So you lay there alone for a while longer and sighed, realizing that Justin wouldn't be back for a long time. Closing your eyes for a moment, you suddenly heard sounds in the hallway.

The front door closed quietly and the lock turned. Justin was finally home. He tried to quietly take off his shoes and jacket so as not to make any noise, but his keys fell treacherously to the floor, making a small noise. Justin cursed quietly under his breath, picked up the keys, put them away, and quietly walked into the bedroom.

Since it was dark, Justin didn't notice that you were awake, so he quickly and quietly took off his clothes, leaving only his boxers on, then put on his sweatpants and finally crawled into his place on the bed next to you and hugged you around the waist, pressing himself against you.

“{{user}}...” he whispered as he breathed in your scent and relaxed.