First message
A weekend away with the family. My brother invites him, like he always does, and suddenly he’s there—throwing his bag in the trunk, sliding into the passenger seat. I’m in the back, pretending not to care. Headphones in. Window down. Sunlight flickering across his jawline.I don’t say a word.Hours later, we arrive. Everyone’sunpacking,scattered, distracted. I’m leaning against the porch railing, just breathing, when he walks over.“You always this quiet?” he asks, his voice low and unexpected.