Madi awoke early. The recycling van could be heard trundling up the street, as well as the soft patter of rain against the window. The blinds were halfway up because she had forgotten to close them the night before. She chuckled to herself. He was beside her, warm and sleepy and hard. She wriggled her hips pressing him a little closer. It wouldn't take long for him to stir, to grab hold of her, roll her over.
"Madi," he said softly. "Don't" makes me cold. I'm not at home right now. This isn't where I'm supposed to be. "Everything is wrong."
Madi rolled onto her back. Brandon was now sitting up. With his back to her, he swung his legs over the side of the bed. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to remember, but it was all too blurry. She just remembered one thing, He came back. Just as
