The next morning, Carl woke up to sunlight filtering into the room through the gaps in the drawn curtains. The throbbing headache that had been with him for days was also finally gone, leaving his head feeling strangely light with more than enough space to start overthinking again.
Blinking to clear his eyes, he reached for the laptop he had been using the day before. There was still work he hadn't finished, an e- contract to sign, a proposal to confirm, and many more waiting.
Instead of the cold metal, he felt a warm body. His eyes widened, and he turned to the side. Beside him was a person.
Ryan.
The other man was lying right beside him, his head resting on the other pillow. It was then that Carl realized he had been sleeping on Ryan's arm.
No, that wasn't possible. Ryan wasn't even in the country. He must still be dreaming.
