When I wake up, I know it’s later by the way the sunlight slants under the curtains into the room. It isn’t as bright as it was before, and there’s an orange look to the light that makes me think of early summer evenings and late afternoon naps. My body still aches in odd places, but overall, I feel refreshed and renewed. I almost want to vault out of bed and race out into the living room to start unpacking until I remember I’m not in my own apartment. My stuff is upstairs, slowly cooking in the last of the day’s heat.
I’m lying in Kyle’s bed, alone. I wonder if I called out to him, would he join me? Only one way to find out…
Before I can embarrass myself, though, I hear low voices from the other room. I left the bedroom door open when I laid down earlier, but Kyle must have pulled it pa
