Days had passed.
Sky had disappeared.
Not in the literal sense—Chris knew he was alive. Somewhere. But he wasn't here, wasn't alive in the same space as Chris, and that made all the difference.
Even the university's official banner had changed. The one Chris had first seen of Sky, assuming he was a model, welcoming everyone to campus. Now, it featured the female version of Sky—his twin, wishing everyone good luck on their coming exams. The change felt deliberate, like the world was trying to erase every trace of Sky from Chris's life.
Chris hadn't tried to find him. For once, he gave the guy space. Sky needed time, and Chris knew it. Time to accept what he'd done.
That he'd kissed Chris.
That he'd kissed Chris while he had a fiancée.
And worse, that he'd kissed Chris before he'd ever kissed his fiancée.
But patience had its limits. Chris had already decided—if Sky didn't show up within two weeks, he was going to track him down, no matter where he was hiding.
