Charis
The dorm room felt different in the evening hours.
Softer somehow, more intimate than during the daylight hours when we all maintained our distances and had polite, necessary conversations.
I'd changed into comfortable clothes. A black leggings and an oversized pink sweater that fell off one shoulder—and settled onto the couch to watch my favourite show, a guilty pleasure romantic drama I'd never been able to indulge in as Eamon.
The dorm was quiet except for the low murmur from the television. Kael was in his room, probably on one of his mysterious phone calls. Rhett had disappeared after dinner, mentioning something about reviewing notes.
And Slater had gone for a run. He returned a few minutes ago and disappeared into his room.
But that wasn't the point; the point was, I had the common area to myself, which was exactly what I needed after the rigours of school today.
