“I’m not always that dramatic, I promise.” I watch as he fiddles with the hem of his shirt, completely oblivious to the movie now when he adds, “I can prove it if you decide to come to another game.” “You just want your own little cheering squad made up of me and Phoenix.” Kason’s low chuckle reverberates against my arm, and it does something weird to my stomach. Makes it flip-flop like a damn fish out of water.
