I lean over the railing, yelling out to the boys, watching as Nate jogs back, his teammates hitting his shoulder pads, and slapping his helmet along the way, but he doesn’t stop when he reaches the sidelines. He tosses his helmet and keeps running. Headed right for me. He picks up speed right before he reaches me, leaping up to latch himself onto the railing, smashing his lips into mine in the same motion.
