He wakes up feeling tired and sore, his hips tender, but the call of the moon has passed, and the room is filled with morning light. Travis sits up sharply when he realizes he’s alone in bed. He can still smell Jamison’s scent on the sheets and his own skin, but things are missing from the room. The closet is open, and clothes are gone. Travis panics for a moment, thinking maybe he did something wrong, or that without the haze of the moon, Jamison’s decided he doesn’t want Travis in his life.
But then he hears a noise in the next room, and he gets up to find Jamison wearing nothing but cotton sleep pants, packing away his things.
“You’re packing?” Travis asks, and Jamison jumps a little, like he hadn’t heard Travis come into the room.
“I figured if I was already packed by the time you g
