Topher woke up alone in bed the next morning. It wasn’t his first time doing so, and he knew that it was only because James had to go to work, but he still wished that they could maybe have a little cuddle first thing in the morning, or he could at least watch him as he slept—for James tends to make troubled faces when he’s dreaming. But he had to settle for the empty, made-up half of the bed next to him.
With a sigh, Topher rolled over to James’s side of the bed until he was face-down in the man’s pillow. He could still detect the shampoo mixed with the conditioner’s smell, making him remember how nicely James smelled last night; but more importantly, how comfortable he felt when they were all snuggled up. Throughout the nights that they’d spent together, that was probably the first time
