Eventually, Chase and I went up to his room together. No one was expecting me home with all the after-parties.
I loved being in his arms, in his bed. With him intimately.
And although last night was the night of my dreams, something seemed to shift in Chase. I don’t want to say it felt like he’d given up on us because that isn’t quite right. Maybe it was just that he didn’t send off the same intense emotional vibes I usually feel when I’m with him.
It was more like he is now resigned to the fact that we’ll be going our separate ways for a while. At least until next fall when he comes to school with me.
And I suppose that’s the grown-up thing to do.
