Cecil woke up with a grin and looked at Carlos, whose hair was still messed up from the night before. He kissed his perfect face before getting up to shrug on his pajama bottoms when he heard a soft whine come from the bed. "Cecil…it's too cold here without you. Come back," Carlos whispered, staring at Cecil with loving eyes.
"Of course, perfect Carlos. Anything for you," he whispered and so he did.
They spent the rest of the day in bed together, completely disregarding the faceless old woman.