“We’ll play another game against Elmwood before the end of the season. Things will go differently then.” He smirks, unaffected by my heckling. “Will you wish me luck again?” “Do you need it?” I repeat the same words, though this time they don’t sound jokingly skeptical. He dips his head, bringing his face almost near enough to kiss me. “Maybe not, but I want it. That’s what matters.”
