Ethan
We don't actually switch rooms. Neither of us brings it up again after that night, both of us letting the offer quietly die without either one having to admit why, and I tell myself that's the mature choice, the practical one, no reason to rearrange an entire suite over something we've already agreed doesn't mean anything.
I don't believe that either. I just don't say so.
Instead I do the next best thing, which is make sure I'm barely ever actually in the suite long enough for it to matter. I start staying late after practice, running extra drills nobody asked me to run, working the weight room until my arms shake, anything that keeps me on the ice or in the gym instead of in a kitchen where I might catch him doing something small and unfairly charming, like humming to himself whi
