How do I tell him the time I spend with him is the best part of my day? I look forward to seeing him walk through the athletic trainer’s office door. I’m at ease when he pulls me close to his chest in bed after sex, his face buried in my hair and his mouth warm on my neck. I smile when his name pops up on my phone, a text message that has me laughing and turning my screen brightness down so that no one can see I’m giggling over something silly and stupid.
