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His eyes scanned the pillow; there was a definite indentation, a mark where a head rested. A man, it was obvious from the shape of the imprint.
Further examination of the bed revealed the residual warmth of a body recently laying there, the Egyptian cotton sheets slightly rumpled, as if the sleeper had started the night reasonably active; making love? Or dreaming vivid, restless dreams, the kind that disturbed mind and body?
Smoothing a hand down over the bedding he deduced it must have been lovemaking, there were subtle signs. He smiled, pleased with himself, and turned his attention to the rest of the room.
The couple that shared this room were both tidy; one naturally so, the other out of habit forced by need, a life then spent sharing space with others. The furniture was tasteful yet functional, over time they had put their own stamp on the room.
Over the back of a chair beside the bed hung a pair of jeans, folded neatly, the well worn denim material was almost white at the stress points, intriguingly so.
He started to consider the owner of the jeans when he heard footsteps returning along the hallway, and the man he had been deducing walked into the room carrying a tray.
John smiled at his still sleepy expression and announced "Breakfast!"