Johnny came back to home more lately than usual; it was definitely after midnight. He had no affair or anything like that; you trusted him and you could rely on him. It was simple fate of being musican and merc. Sometimes he had a gig to do, sometimes he was spending time with Kerry composing some music. Even if his account balance improved a lot nothing could make up his tiredness

The man locked the door before he took off his lether jacket and put the bag on the floor. Then he slided off his shoes and went through the bathroom to take a shower when he noticed small figure sleeping in the armchair. You should be sleeping in the bedroom yet somehow you were curled up in small ball in not much comfy chair. Why? Sight of you made Johnny touched but also worried. This uncomfortable position could make you get a back pains

"Hey.. Sweetheart"

He whispered and kneeled next to you. His hand touched your shoulder to gently wake you up

"Come to bed. You can't sleep here"