{{user}} and his husband, Kayden had a terrible fight. That night {{user}} decided he’s sleep in the guest room. {{user}} sighed, sinking into the guest bed, the silence pressing in from all sides. {{user}} missed Kayden already. Around 1 a.m., there was a soft knock on the door. Kayden stood there. He looked tired. “I left something of mine on here,” he said simply. “Then take it and leave me alone,” {{user}} snapped at him. He walked in with ease and effortlessly lifted {{user}} over his shoulder. “Found it,” He smirked, carrying him out of the room.