Chapter 5In the morning, Edgar had offered to make me breakfast before I left, but I thought it best to get out as fast as I could.
“Are you sure?” Edgar asked, rubbing the back of his neck. He’d pulled on a pair of battered-looking sweatpants. “I could make pancakes or something. I bet I have pancake mix around here.”
“No, really. That’s okay. I have a lot of things to do today.”
Edgar seemed not to hear me. “I’ve got eggs.”
“No, really—”
He smiled then, a white flash against his tan skin. “I don’t have a lot of guys stay over, you know?”
“I figured. It’s really okay. I’m good.”
Neither of us seemed to do the “morning after” very well. I didn’t know where I stood with him, really, and I had guessed he didn’t have much experience with waking up with someone in his bed. So I showered
