Cole
I brush the snow off my jacket before stepping inside the big Craftsman-style house on Pine Street. My dad bought it when I was a freshman, and when I met Jaxon and Elias, I invited them to move in with me. I can't explain it, but it's like fate brought us together. We are more than friends. Over the years, we have come to see each other as brothers, and now that Ivy has entered our world, it feels even more so.
I push the door open, and the scent of cedar fills my nose. My shoulders relax and I close the door behind me. Jaxon is sprawled across the couch, boots on the coffee table, flicking a knife open and shut. Elias is in his usual armchair by the fire, long legs crossed under him, and a book balanced on his knee. His pen taps the cover while he thinks. They both look up w
