He opened his eyes to darkness when Gavin slipped out from underneath him an unknowable time later. He even managed to raise one hand and grumble a phrase he hoped came out as, “I’m getting up,” when Gavin draped the sheet on top of him. He intended to—get up that was—and if he couldn’t manage to wake himself up completely, at least he’d go back to his own bed. Yes, that was definitely his intention. In two minutes. Five at the most. He just wanted to rest his eyes and try to get his head back together. That was all. Then he’d give Gavin the bed back. He would…
In two minutes…
Five at the most…
The mattress dipped beside him and Matthew opened his eyes with a sharp intake of breath. The clock was no longer in his line of sight as he faced the middle of the bed, and he was sprawled out o
