When Blake opened his eyes, it was getting dark. He blinked and looked around the room, taking a few moments to remember where he was. Frank wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, and the house stood quiet.
After slipping out of the bed, he found his clothes folded neatly atop one of the dressers. He dressed, then moved into the bathroom to freshen up.
A while later, he wandered down the hall, listening and looking for signs of Frank. He’d gotten the impression, as they’d snuggled before falling asleep, that Frank would be as interested in exploring a relationship as Blake. Was he reading too much into simple afterglow actions?
Finally, the soft clicking of a keyboard came from an open door off the living room. Blake knocked lightly on the door frame.
Frank turned and stood. The look in his ey
