Chapter 7: Bigfoot Gives Great Piggyback Rides!
Wilson patted the empty space on the bed beside him before blinking fully awake with a growing sense of loss. A muffled clang of something in the distance teased at his memory.
Oliver was gone. They’d dropped, weary and sated, onto the bed together after their bath, and Wilson vaguely remembered a gentle and lingering kiss to his brow when Oliver later slipped out of the bed.
Early morning streaks of sunlight peeked through the curtains. He stretched and thanked whatever glimmer of goodwill had held back Mark from booking him on the 6 a.m. flight. There weren’t that many options out of the Arcata airport, and not much in the way of lines or waiting, so he wouldn’t need to rush to make his 11:30 flight.
He sat, sighed, and hugged himself.
