As he stepped into the living room and turned on the lights, he paused and stared around. The scene along with a familiar nagging feeling told him the owner of the apartment was not home.
Things were not the way it was when he left. The room was neat without a speck or amiss. The housekeeper must have come in to clean up the place. He walked into the room and sat on the bed.
The mattress sank under his weight and he leaned backwards until his back touched the softness of the covers. He could not smell that man's scent in the covers.
Many thoughts went through his mind as he lay on the bed with his eyes closed. He took in deep breaths, but without the familiar scent he had found subconsciously soothing, his eyes remained open even as the minute hand of his gold wristwatch glided half a circle.
