I'm almost afraid to touch her, what the f**k is that about? Looking down at her as she lays back on the bed, her hair spread out on the pillow, it hit me.
“This is going to be my view, every night, for the next seventy years at least." I closed my eyes for a second to take it all in, because it suddenly felt like too much.
I was almost as terrified as I get before every major game. I'd come to learn after a while, that I only felt that fear when something or someone was very important.
But much like those times, I expected to get my s**t together as soon as we started. Still my hands shook when I reached out to touch her.
Man the f**k up Saunders, what the f**k? She looked up at me with so much trust in her eyes, trust and a hint of fear.
I trailed my finger softly down her cheek and
