I woke up as Bill got off the bed. f**k, no, not Bill. I woke up all the way, shaking off memories, dreams. Chris. Chris was getting off the bed. In the darkness he was a big, darker shape. I fumbled for the lamp and he snapped his head around as the light came on.
“I’m sorry,” he said “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I glanced at the bedside clock as I sat up. Just after three. Looking back at Chris I saw him pick up the trousers he’d tossed to the floor last night. Damn. I guess that meant he wasn’t just heading to the toilet.
“You can stay if you want,” I said. Trying not to sound like I was begging him to stay, so I could wake beside him, eat breakfast with him. Not be alone in my bed in the morning.
“I have to go.” He zipped his trousers and hunted around for his shirt. “I…I can’t see
