Sonny sat at the end of the bed, head buried in his hands. You had been in the shower and hadn’t heard him come in. It had been a bad day you knew from his earlier text. Plus the coverage on TV.

“Sonny? What can I get you? What do you need?” Your voice soft as you stroked his hair.

He turned up to look at you with haunted eyes. You had seen that look more times than you cared to admit. “You.” He pulled you closer, grasping your thighs. “I just need you right now doll.”