We headed up the stairs, our fingers still entwined. Ford had taken my backpack from me before we got out of the car, and I was too glad I wasn’t the one carrying it to protest.

Back in my dorm, I grabbed a pair of my lounge clothes. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do about clothes for Ford since he only had the pair from his car and an extra pair of sweats, but I figured he could just put on the sweats and wash the others every night if he wanted.

That wasn’t a permanent solution, ...