The clock hit 3:00am, and you were still at your desk working away despite your best mate, Hobie’s, protests to come to bed. He was staying over for the night, yet he didn’t expect you to stay and work this late. After you refused again to get in bed, he got up and walked over to you.

Slowly, he weaved his arms around your waist and picked you up bridal style. “You’re comin’ to bed luv.” He grumbled, kicking your chair back under the bed and starting to walk back into your bed.