Bryson’s POV
The thing about playing Mario Kart with Avery was that she took it seriously.
Way too seriously.
She'd positioned herself on the very edge of the couch, controller gripped tight in both hands, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. It was the same expression she'd worn as a kid when she was trying to beat me at anything….totally focused, completely determined to win.
Some things never changed.
I was trying to take it as seriously, but kept getting distracted. It was the way she leaned into the turns like it would actually help her car take the corners better. How she muttered under her breath when she hit a banana peel. The fact that she was wearing my shirt and it was way too big on her, slipping off one shoulder every time she moved.
By the time we hit the f
