David opened his eyes and blinked. It was daylight, and he was alone in the bed.
Jeremy stood by the window, still in the silk, arms folded, with his forehead resting on the window frame. Frost painted the inside of the widow.
“What are you looking at?” David said, his voice scratchy.
Jeremy glanced over at the bed, then back out of the window. “People.”
“Are they doing anything interesting?”
Jeremy shook his head. “Just going about their business.”
“And is that more interesting than being in bed with me? You must be cold out there.” Pink stained his cheeks, making David sigh. “Look, why don’t you just ask me what’s bothering you. I will do my best to answer you truthfully.” He heaved himself and sat up in the bed, propped against the headboard. He scratched his chest and Jeremy’s ga
