Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Max slump backward, too, lying beside me. The warmth of him was oddly comforting, radiating even though we didn’t touch at all. That same warmth infused his words as he said, “We made an all right team.” And we did not speak again as we lay there, grounded by the grass and earth and whispering night air, eyelids finally fluttering into a tentative sleep as the sun crept toward the horizon.
the best team
