When I got back to my room after a grueling practice, I wasn't surprised that he had already left. I was surprised, however, to find that he had made the bed and folded my clothes from last night, leaving them in a nice little pile on my bed.
The gesture touched me, and I couldn't hold back my grin. Was this what love felt like? I had to imagine it was.
Per usual, there was nothing but radio silence from Andrew over the next several days. I didn't even pass him in the bathroom or hallway of the dorm throughout the whole week.
We exchanged a few texts, but nothing profound. I tried to talk myself out of reading too much into it, and desperately wished I could tell Jason about it so that he could help me figure things out.
Keeping this secret from my best friend was literally killing
