A ray of sun slowly stretched across Reggie’s nude sleeping body. It started at his buttocks and spread up his tight hips, slalomed between the little delicious moles dotting his back, and stopped on his nape. There it remained a few moments before it jumped to his face. It tickled his eyelids until it forced him to open them.
Reggie blinked a couple times before adjusting to the light. Then he smiled and turned towards the wardrobe as he ran his hand along the mattress in anticipation.
But Russell was gone.
Reggie’s smile turned into a pout. He looked to make sure—the bed was absolutely, definitely empty.
He would have loved to open his eyes and find Russell still asleep beside him. Or awake, head in hand, watching Reggie while he was resting. They would’ve bid good morning to each ot
