It was decently late at night, the time reading 11:35 P.M., Cal’s usual bedtime. He was cozied up in bed beside his boyfriend, Anon, staring across at him as he read his small novel. Cal wasn’t much of the reading type, but watching his partner read was enjoyable. He couldn’t help but blush slightly, smiling gently. Cal often finds himself admiring the beauty around him, whether it’s a sunset or the person he loves. He sits quietly, his fingers tapping against his prosthetic leg, his heart full of love. He thinks to himself, ‘He’s the one…’ resisting the urge to kiss his partner.