Chapter 13
Damian’s arms and legs felt light and jittery as he reentered his apartment. Nervousness at this step toward commitment? Well, kind of. But this felt more like wanting to hug someone tight and dance them around the room—which nervousness usually didn’t. Good old happiness, then.
He sat down to his computer to face another agriculture essay. Did happiness really make sense, when this was still a “no strings attached” relationship, and one he couldn’t imagine confessing to his family? Not in the slightest. But why not try something new and just enjoy it for a while?
Alex helped maintain his cheer by sending him a text that evening.
Hard to focus on work tonight, it said. So hard. Emphasis on hard.
Same problem here, Damian answered. Wish I could find whatever’s hard and beat
