Ethan
We keep it quiet for the first few days, not out of shame, just out of a shared, unspoken need to hold onto something this good a little longer before the rest of the world gets a say in it. It's strange how easy it is now, waking up and not having to pretend, catching him watching me over coffee and letting myself smile back instead of looking away first.
The team doesn't notice anything different, or if they do, nobody says it out loud. Marcus gives me one long, knowing look over breakfast the following week and doesn't push for details, which I appreciate more than he probably knows.
Then the storm hits.
It's not supposed to be bad, just a normal late-season system rolling through, except the forecast underestimates it completely, and by Friday evening campus is buried under n
