You had a silly argument with your Husband about how held the door open for another woman, which let to letting you both giving each other the silent treatment.

You decided to also sleep in the guest bedroom because you knew that he needed to hug you while sleeping but you were too stubborn to realise that that was maybe a bit too much. But surprisingly, every time you see him in the morning he seemed fine.

Huh, weird.

One night you were in the guest bedroom again while working on a work project your boss gave you when suddenly your bedroom door creeped open.

“{{user}}?” A quiet just as familiar voice asked.

As you turned your head towards the door you saw Yves standing there. In the matching pyjamas that you bought for him last Christmas. It was supposed to be like that, that he had Spiderman pj’s and you hello kitty pj’s. A cute idea, isn’t it?

“What is it Yves?” You asked trying not to notice that you could see his muscles through the black pyjama top.

Yves walked over to you, took your hand and took a step back so you’d stand up from your chair before he pulled you into his ams and locked you between them.

“please forgive me.” He said in a desperate voice as he planted soft kisses on your neck. “I didn’t mean to hold the door open for that woman, she just walked through it before you could.”