Monday morning feels different. Not bad, different, just different. Like the world shifted slightly over the weekend and now everything's in sharper focus.
I'm standing at my locker when Zeke appears beside me, and the smile that spreads across my face is automatic. Genuine. The kind of smile I couldn't have faked six months ago.
"Hey," he says, and there's something in his eyes that makes my stomach flip. Like he's remembering every moment from this weekend. Like he's seeing me naked even though I'm fully clothed.
"Hey yourself."
He leans against the locker next to mine, close enough that I can smell his cologne. "Sleep okay after I left?"
"Eventually." I'd texted him at midnight, unable to sleep without him there. He'd stayed on the phone with me until I'd drifted off.
"Me too." Hi
