Louis woke just as the sun was setting. He sat up in his bed, arms propped up behind him, and watched as the last of the morning light drifted into the ocean. The array of purples, oranges, and pinks were washed out by the dark blue sky, but in their place, the city below began to light up. The stream of purple and pink neon lights drifted through his open window. The automated curtains pulled back to let in more of the lights. Louis stood from his bed and walked to the large windows.
He leaned his arm against the glass, his naked chest rippling with goosebumps, and his stomach taut with the memory of his dream. Taylor had been there. That was no surprise. It would have worried him if the blue-eyed boy hadn't been present.
His eyes lowered to the city below. Nio, the one district with en
