Neither of us mentioned the window.
We had a sort of unspoken understanding, one that we didn't really talk about, but it was there nonetheless. It was like it happened somewhere between the moment he looked at me in the moonlight and the morning coming, with all its usual routines. I woke up at 7, and the couch was empty, I could hear the shower running. By the time Damien came out, I was already sitting by the window, sipping my coffee from the tray he had ordered from room service without even waking me up. We said our good mornings, and then we started talking about what we had planned for the day, and the weather out over the lake. But neither of us mentioned what had happened the night before. We just kind of skipped over it, like it was no big deal.
But it was there.
It was there
