I pictured her smile, the sound of her voice, the way her glasses sit a little crooked sometimes and always make me want to reach over to straighten them. Once in a while, I’d even get so far I’d imagine trailing my fingers from her glasses to her cheek to her lips. I grip the edge of the porch and squeeze so hard the wood digs into the heels of my palms. She’s the last person on the entire campus I should be thinking about. She’s my teammate. I’m her captain. We have rules for a reason. Good reasons. Important reasons. Reasons I can’t ignore.
