In the kitchen, I find a cup in one of the cabinets. I don't dare use the ice dispenser on the door - far too noisy - and instead open the freezer and reach right into the ice machine itself. I grab several ice cubes, dump them in my glass, and quickly close the freezer.
Then nearly drop them, because suddenly there's a figure beside me. Alex.
He looks just as surprised to see me out here as I do him.
"Is everything okay?" he asks. "Did you need something?"
The first thing I notice in the dim light is that he isn't wearing a shirt. I don't look lower to see if he's wearing pajama bottoms, or at least boxers - it's far too risky, and I'm not sure how I'd react if I found out he slept nude. And then I remember that he asked me a question.
Which, I realize as my fingers tighten on the gl
