The next few weeks fly by in a haze. I spend every weekend with Tim, either screwing like rabbits at his house or else eating family dinners at mine. As he dropped me off one morning, my nephews insisted he join us for breakfast. I was surprised that he did, sinking into the couch afterward with my dad and brothers, watching the baseball game on television.

At work, I keep worrying that everyone will be able to tell there’s more going on between us, but as per usual, the ...