Jackson

Practice kicked my ass.

Coach had us running drills like we were training for the NFL Combine, and by the end, sweat was burning my eyes and my legs felt like concrete. I was ready to collapse, find food, and pretend homework didn’t exist.

Then I remembered Mariah had texted me.

Meet after practice.

And just like that, suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore. Or hungry. Or thinking about anything except her.

Which was… new. And kind of terrifying.

I changed fast, ...