"Truth slipped easier at night."
The sustained eye contact in the parking lot had said more than words could have managed. Eli had driven her back to her residential college in comfortable silence, neither of them feeling the need to fill the space with conversation. When he'd dropped her off, he'd simply said "See you tomorrow" like it was the most natural thing in the world, like they hadn't spent months carefully avoiding each other.
Now Silver sat cross-legged on her narrow dorm bed, still wearing the Yale hoodie Eli had lent her after the exhibition when she'd been shivering in just her performance dress. It smelled faintly like cedar and something clean that might have been laundry detergent or just him.
