Gwen was reluctant to leave, all because her foolish colleague had come down with a stomach bug, forcing her to cover both classes.

She pressed her lips gently against her wife's cheek, as if trying to rouse her from slumber. The sheets rustled softly in the dim light of the room, a sliver of sunlight sneaking through the slightly open window.

"Seriously, are you really going to sleep through this and deny me some affection?" she teased, a laugh escaping her lips as she took a drag from her cigarette. Her tattoos, vibrant and bold, decorated her arms and chest, a proud testament to her identity as a transgender woman, unapologetic and defiant against anyone who dared to judge.

"If I don’t get some love from my own wife, I swear I’ll be in a foul mood at work."