“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