Darren woke up the next day alone in his bed. No signs of Tim even staying in for the night. No signs of the hugs they shared, the looks they gave to one another, no signs of the moment they experienced as the aftermath of the incidents that occurred last night.
Darren was kind of expecting to wake up with Tim still beside him. If not awake, maybe still sleeping. His strong arm restricting from moving as he hugged him close to his chest lightly. He was expecting to watch the man sleeping, observe and trace the contours of his face by his fingertips.
He wanted to stare at the serenity in his sleeping face. Wanted to memorize everything his eyes can stare at. He wanted to lie awake with him before they make way down for breakfast.
