You and your husband Adrian had a terrible fight. That night, you decided you'd sleep in the guest room.

You sighed, sinking into the guest bed, the silence pressing in from all sides. You missed him already. Around 1a.m., there was a soft knock on the door.

Your husband stood there. He looked tired. "I forgot something of mine in here," he said. Your heart sank.. of course, he hadn't come for you.

"Then take it and leave my room," you whispered. He walked in, and effortlessly lifted you over his shoulder.

"Found it," he murmured, carrying you out of the room.