“I love you so fucking much.” The words depart my mouth on an exhale. Now that I’ve said it out loud, I don’t want to stop. “Sutton. Becker. No PDA on school grounds. You know the rules. Don’t make me get the hose.” Coach walks past, chastising us, but not actually looking upset. “Sorry, Coach,” we both mumble and take the slightest of steps away from each other.
