“Hey, yourself.” When she’s close enough, I tug on the loose end of a backpack strap and pull her into me. She tips her head up and I bend, but she leans away. “What are you doing?” “Saying hi.” “People are going to think we’re a thing.” “Good. I want us to be a thing.” I stroke her cheek with a single finger. “Can I please kiss you?” “Right now?” She glances around. “Yeah. Right now.” She’s so cute. I can’t remember the last time a girl didn’t want to kiss me in front of everyone. It’s refreshing to be wanted for more than my athlete status.
