“Want a bedtime story?” His hand combs gently through the hair at my nape. “It’s called ‘Polgar Versus Anand, 1999.’ It starts with e4. c5.” I groan. But I’m smiling when I ask, “And then?” “Knight f3. d6. d3.” “Mmm.” “Yup.” “And then?” “Knight xd4. Knight f6. Knight c3…” I fall asleep mid-game—for the second time in my life held by someone, for the second time in my life held by Nolan Sawyer.
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