The memory of last night becomes crisper and more focused every minute.

I remember waking in the middle of the night. Realizing that I was snuggled right up against someone else. Noticing slowly, bit by bit, that it wasn't Wes - even in my state of half-sleep, I knew my ex-fiancé's smell. And whoever I was pressed up against smelled quite different.

It didn't take me very long to realize it was Alex, or to remember why he was there. I think I must have still been ...