Tossed and turned all night, Leon could no longer count how many times he opened his eyes to check if Mark returned to the bed. He didn't.
He felt so restless, trying to pretend that he didn't know the reason for his restlessness, but he did. He wanted Mark's presence, at least.
Yes, they were in the same house but not in the same room; also, the way Mark had left last night made Leon feel very uncomfortable. He was starting to wonder if he had done something wrong to make Mark leave.
The sudden ring of his phone startled his sleepy thoughts out of his head, forcing him to open his eyes and snap into reality.
He groaned quietly, rubbing his eyes and turning his head toward the drawer by the side of the bed.
Sighing, he lifted himself from the bed and placed his feet on the floor, stretching his hands above his head.
He took a deep breath before standing up and picking up his phone.
