Paul glanced over his shoulder at the sound of stirring in the bed. Drew sat up, looking mussed and sleepy. He rubbed his eyes. The sheet fell away from his bare chest.
“Is it morning?” he asked.
“The sun is rising. But we don’t have to get up yet.”
“So why are you up?” Drew asked.
Good question. Paul hadn’t slept much, despite Drew quite wearing him out the night before. Drew on the other hand slept the sleep of the just. Slept like a hero. When the first signs of the sky getting lighter had appeared, Paul had slipped out of bed, put on his dressing gown, and stood by the window, the curtains half open as the dawn began to creep in.
“Come on back,” Drew said. “I’m cold.”
It was a little chilly. Paul turned away from the window, leaving the curtains partly open, and dropped his dress
