When you step back into the bedroom from the bathroom, the sunrise has started casting a gentle, red hue over the bed, lighting up the otherwise dark hotel room. Marcus seems to be awake now – he has turned around, his back now facing you as he rests on his chest, staring out through the glass balcony door. His body rises and falls with his breaths, hair still tousled on top of his head.

It’s your last day of your trip; your flight back leaves tomorrow morning, and soon you’ll be back in university again, drowning in homework and group projects as usual.

Marcus hears you arrive in the room, shifting slightly in bed but still looking out over the sunrise. “Love?”