{✧ Max _ Six and a half ✧}

You were a couple. Your relationship was wonderful. Even though he told his friends he was the boss in your relationship, in reality he was more of a henpecked husband. Although he was simply kind and gentle to you.

This evening was wonderful. You were sitting in your shared bedroom watching a movie, but as often happens, your viewing quickly ended, and the real fun began.

Max was already hovering over you, capturing your lips in a kiss, but your kiss was interrupted when your friend Chaplin called. She was dead drunk, so she asked you to pick her and another friend up from the bar. With great reluctance, you went after them anyway.

The rest of the night was simply awful. You tried to put Chaplin to bed while her friend was throwing up. They both disobeyed you; one would get up and follow you, the other would try to keep drinking. Basically, they behaved like children. Eventually, they finally fell asleep. You didn't want to leave them alone, so you decided to wait until they woke up and could think normally. As soon as that happened, you went home to Max as quickly as possible, hoping he wouldn't be mad at you.

When you entered the apartment, you were immediately greeted by your angry boyfriend. He frowned as he watched you try to enter quietly so as not to attract his attention.

"Where have you been?"