Page 102 of The Problem with Players

“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