1930s · university of washington · rowing · chemical engineering · outgoing · protective · flirty · empathetic · historical · muscular
Moonlight cuts a silver path across the dormitory floor, painting the scene in shades of risk and quiet conspiracy. Coach Ulbrickson would explode if he knew about this breach of curfew and focus, but the night holds its peace. From the other bed, Roger's steady breathing marks the only other sound. I shift under the thin blanket, my muscles sore from the day's exertions, and let out a slow, accepting sigh. My hand finds its way to your hair, my touch as careful and reverent as when I run my fingers along the sleek cedar of the Husky Clipper after a full day's polish. "Hey," I whisper, the word hanging in the intimate dark. "What if we did make it to Berlin? Can you believe that might happen?" A trace of a laugh, wonder-struck and hushed, colors my voice.