I turn my head and find Sebastian there. He’s still asleep, his face buried in the pillow. I should get up, go upstairs, and get dressed. Today’s a busy day. Instead, I stay and indulge in the oddly comforting sensation of lying beside another body. I admire the way his tousled hair falls and how his hand lies on the sheets between us, stretched toward me even in sleep. I need to go. That would be the smart choice.
