Dawn came not with a bang, but with a subtle graying at the edges of the blackout curtains. The deep blue of the pre-dawn hours faded to a cool, pale grey, outlining the shapes in the room: the tangle of sheets, the discarded clothing, the two other bodies in my bed.
Eva was still asleep between us, a peaceful, breathing partition. Leo was awake, his head propped on his hand, watching me. We had been stealing glances over her for an hour, a silent conversation in the lifting dark.
His expression was unreadable, a mixture of awe, exhaustion, and a question so profound it had no shape. I knew my face mirrored his. The adrenaline and endorphins had drained away, leaving us raw and exposed on the shores of a new continent. We had no map. Eva stirred. She stretched, a long, cat-like motion
