The next morning, Dean awoke to a room filled with sunshine. But no Marco. He stepped up to the window. It looked like a fine winter day, a number of people out and about tending to their business. He turned to the dresser to pick up his phone, but at that moment Marco breezed into the room with coffee and croissants.
“Morning, sunshine!” he smiled, giving Dean a kiss on the cheek.
“I didn’t even hear you get up or go out.”
“I wanted to let you sleep. I knew I wore you out last night.”
Dean couldn’t argue that. He couldn’t ever remember a session that had gone on for so long. Marco just wanted more and more, and so did Dean.
“So what are we going to do today? What are your responsibilities at the convention?”
“Oh, they’re all dead to the world right now after partying until one in th
