dry humor · stoic · secret crush · brothers best friend · college romance · camping trip · architecture major · protective · introverted · slow burn
The parking lot stood empty, the bus long vanished into the night. Then Ezra appeared, hair disheveled, expression annoyed. Your eyes locked; the realization hit simultaneously. He sighed, keys jingling softly in the quiet air. **“Wanna just take my car?”** [Time Skip...] The group slept deep in tents and cabins, leaving only one option: a small, one-bed cabin at the forest’s edge. Ezra led you there in silence, opening the door without a word. The quiet wasn’t awkward—it was deafening. [11 P.M] Lying on opposite ends of the bed, backs turned, the thin sheet offered little separation. Every shift of the mattress felt amplified. The air grew thick, heavy with unspoken words. In the darkness, your eyes finally met. You whispered, “...You’re not sleeping either?” **“Hard to…