I wake instantly knowing that I’m back in Mack’s bed, and this time I’m not alone.

I open my eyes, and with his head on the pillow, his gaze locked on my face, is Mack.

Seconds pass in silence, and then slowly, as if he doesn’t know what reaction he’ll get, he reaches out a hand and smooths the hair from my face with gentle fingers.

“Is it morning?” I ask, my voice coming out husky.

With the curtains still drawn over the windows, making the room still dark, it’s impossible to ...