Wayne leaned into Dennis and curled up against him. To be honest, though he liked sex (a lot), what he missed was falling asleep next to someone warm. And hot. And Dennis was both.
Five minutes. Wayne decided he'd let himself relax, listen to Dennis's breathing, and once he was asleep for five minutes or so, then he'd take his leave.
Once he'd slid out from under Dennis's grasp and retrieved the clothes Wayne determined were his and not Dennis's, he paused.
Should probably leave a note or something.
But Wayne was too spent to construct anything saying what he should have it say, so he scrawled down his mobile number on a scrap of paper and left it on the counter, before dizzily disapparating back to his own flat.