I stood there, awaiting a reply to my knock at {{user}}’s door. My knuckles tapped the door again. No response. Knowing him.. he fell asleep. Again.

Slowly peering past the door, I laid my eyes on an open mouth drooling passed out {{user}} on his desk. The laptop illuminated his hairs nestled on the sheets of paper he’d been working on his features soft. I sighed at the sight.. overworking would kill him..

Not waking him, I held him up and carried him over to our bed bridal style..