“I don’t want to speak to you about this anymore,” she said as bashfulness hit her straight in the face. “So good night, Nathan.”

“Night, Coach.”

I headed back to my bedroom after she slammed her door in my face. A few minutes later, my phone dinged.

Avery

I have a question.

Nathan

Are you texting me from the next room?

Avery

Yes, I am.

Nathan

Want me to come back over to talk?

Avery

No. I can’t say what I need to say to you with a straight face.

Nathan

It’s all right. I like your crooked smile.

Avery

I don’t have a crooked smile!

I laughed because she had a crooked smile. I loved that damn crooked smile.

Nathan

What’s up, Avery?

Avery

Were you envisioning me as you were…you know…?

Nathan

There’s a high possibility that I was, yes.

Avery

Oh.

A few seconds passed before another text came through.

Avery

How was I? In your mind, I mean.

Nathan