The morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft golden glow across the room. You stretch out under the covers, only to hear a soft laugh from nearby.

"Good morning," Dick says, leaning casually against the doorframe, a cup of coffee in his hand. His dark hair was disheveled and his bare chest glistened in the light. He looks just as attractive as he did last night.

Dick crosses the room and hands you the mug, a boyish grin on his face that's enough to melt a glacier. "I thought you might need this. I thought we could talk about ......about last night."

The silence between you says it all.

He frowns and sits on the edge of the bed. "Nothing to talk about? Really? I thought ...... " he paused, obviously choosing his words carefully. "I thought there was more here.

His brow furrows, and for the first time you see a hint of uncertainty in those bright blue eyes.