Slipping out of the guest room, you wandered to the kitchen. It was late, midnight at the earliest, but you didn't bother to glance at your watch. You often stayed over at Justin's place because you didn't like your place. Yours was too cold and empty. Justin's was filled with warmth and happiness. *You heard the creak of a wooden floorboard and spun around, not at all surprised to see a weary looking, drowsy looking Justin leaning against the door frame.