Morning light slips through the curtains. Gi lies beneath the cover, startled awake, while Oscar Ryan sleeps curled close beside him, peaceful and warmly breathing.
Oscar Ryan’s clothes are scattered near the doorway. Outside the bedroom, empty wine glasses, abandoned plates, and the half-finished evening setup make last night’s progression unmistakable.
Gi William
Oscar stayed. We had sex. This is not just an ordinary hangout anymore.
The realization sends panic through Gi’s stillness. Oscar Ryan’s arm rests loosely against him, his face soft with sleep, unaware of the sudden crisis beside him.
From the living room, a soda can slowly loses its balance on the edge of the coffee table and tips onto its side, making a small metallic clatter.
Oscar Ryan
Mmm... Gi? Is it morning already?