“Hey, you.”

Caleb stood in my doorway, in his casual dressing. Plain white tees and dark jeans. Nothing dramatic.

But his hair… he dyed it. Blonde. Bright enough to notice, soft enough not to look stupid.

I wasn’t surprised he pulled it off.

I realized I hadn’t heard his voice since the gala.

I hadn’t even let myself think about the moment we shared, I didn’t have time to. My life had been spiraling fast enough.

Just two weeks. Two weeks that felt like two years.

I ...