It was just a pity that, after a night of tenderness, they had to part again—a whole month!
In the early morning, before dawn, she woke and lay on his chest with no desire to sleep, staring unblinkingly at his chest skin, but it wasn't really what she was looking at. Her gaze was vacant, filled with reluctance to let go.
One single bed shared between two was already cramped, and with his large frame curled up, it seemed even more pitiful. He had slept on his side all night; she wondered if he had gone numb.
She thought about letting him sleep comfortably for a while longer, since she had to leave today anyway. She wanted to get up early to check her luggage once more. But the moment she stirred, he awoke, catching her as she tried to leave his embrace and drawing her back in, murmuring drowsily, "It's not even light out yet..."
