The next three weeks are a blur of stolen kisses, quiet confessions, and rolling storms. On rainy nights, I sleep in the loft and we fall asleep with our fingers intertwined. During breaks, Bree comes in the kitchen and helps us with various tasks before starting impromptu dance parties. I join in, and I even get Fernando to teach me a few spins and dips to use on Bree. During the rare moments where Bree and I aren’t together, I scribble away at my book, finishing two to three pages a day.
