The bonfire was already roaring by the time Rhys picked me up, exactly on time, wearing a jacket that made his eyes look impossibly blue in the porch light.
"You clean up nice," I said.
"I clean up the same as always. You're just seeing it in different lighting."
"Sure."
"Ready?"
"As I'll ever be." I replied.
The field behind the hockey house was packed by the time we got there, string lights zigzagged between the trees, someone's speaker blasting music that was too loud to be good but too fun to complain about, the actual bonfire itself roaring twelve feet high in the middle of it all, throwing orange light across half the campus population.
"There they are!" Harlow's voice cut through the noise before I even spotted her. She was glowing, actually glowing, cheeks flushed from the
