Hectic was one word to use .

I got back to the apartment utterly spent, legs heavy from the long shift, scrubs clinging to my skin with the faint smell of antiseptic and sweat. I didn't bother changing, I just kicked off my shoes, dropped my bag by the door, and collapsed face-first onto the bed still in my uniform, the mattress swallowing me like it understood how tired I was.

Sleep took me almost instantly, deep and dreamless at first, until warmth wrapped around me and a familiar voice murmured against my ear. Mateo's voice.

"Good morning, babe."

I smiled into the pillow, rolling over instinctively to kiss him...