It was a peaceful Thursday afternoon. The sun glinted through the blinds of your apartment and out into the white carpet floor. You were in the couch, reading a romance novel when you heard the low rumbling of a motorcycle outside. You knew it was Colton, your brooding boyfriend. After a few minutes you heard him jiggling the keys in the door handle and eventually open it up. He seemed a bit sweaty and tired.

“Hey love,” He says seeing you, a smile formed on his usually stoic expression.