Wes
Sawyer looks radiant, as always. The warmer weather has meant more time outdoors, and the faint tan on her skin gives her a subtle glow that makes it nearly impossible to keep my eyes off her. That and the fact I can’t lie to myself anymore. I don’t just like her. I don’t just l**t after her. I’m full-on in love with the girl.
I realized it at her dad’s house a few weeks ago. We were there so I could work on some drills. She hung out with Colt’s fiancé, Sam, while her dad and I threw around the pig skin. I could feel her eyes on me, and that gave me more butterflies than holding the ball. That’s how I know this is more than just some teenage crush. My mind has never wandered to anything or anyone when I have the ball in my hand. Yet I found myself wanting to cut practice short so I c
