I must have eventually dozed off because when I woke up, the bedroom was full of cold light and Matthew was sitting on the edge the bed, shaking me gently.
I jerked upright with an undignified squak. It was hard not to be slightly disturbed because seeing Matthew, composed and back to normal, half made me believe last night had been a really f****d-up dream.
“What time is it?” I asked, blearily.
“Nearly eleven.”
He gestured to a line of cups and glass on the bedside table. “I’m afraid I didn’t know what to bring you. So I thought I’d try everything. There’s tea or coffee or orange juice.”
This was not one hundred percent comfortable. Were we seriously just going to pretend nothing had happened?
“Um, juice?” I said. “Coffee makes me hyper. And I’ve never got into tea.”
He gave me a s
