In the aftermath, Harlan lingered, feeling blissfully alive and aware of the man by his side. Things had been different ... And he'd fallen asleep!

Morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, a sight he'd never stuck around to see. Was Jayde still there? Harlan didn't even want to think about it, wouldn't even let himself wonder if the weight he felts agaist him was just a too warm pillow, or that of another's body.

They'd never fallen asleep with each other, woken up beside each other. He hoped it had happened, wanted that memory, those moments ...

And yet he was afraid of the possibility too.