I wake up the morning of our playoff game against the Thunderhawks and the end of our bet with Avery wrapped around me. Her hair is in my mouth. Her hands are on my waist. Her face is buried in my chest and I’ve never loved her more. My eyes fly open. Love. Fuck, I love her. This isn’t a crush that’s going to go away in a few weeks. This isn’t something I can expect to fade away when the football season ends. It’s an all-in thing. It’s big and important, and I can’t ignore it anymore.
