Seemed like much longer, and yet the time had also gone by far too quickly. The sun shone in through the gaps in his bedroom curtains, signaling the day had dawned. Hours ago in fact, but they’d both been too deep in sex-induced slumber to notice. The day of the Awards. Holly’s last full day in Hollywood. Her last night in his bed. He ignored the twinge in his chest at the thought. He’d had great sex before and he’d get it again, just not with the woman lying peacefully beside him. Not after tonight anyway. As a rule, he generally leaped out of bed the moment he got up, went for a run or a swim, ate a healthy breakfast and then headed straight for the studio or the school or the shelter. Today he couldn’t even recall if he had anything scheduled before tonight. His head was a blur. All he was able to focus on were thoughts of Holly. Perhaps if he got up and stopped staring at her, he’d be able to think straight.
