Grace
"Morning," Henry says brightly as I approach him on the practice field.
"Hey," I respond, eyeing him warily and looking for signs that he"s already come up with a good way to curse me. I"m not sure if we"re supposed to be taking turns, or if this is some kind of free-for-all, but I guess I"m going to find out sooner rather than later.
"You look rough."
I narrow my eyes at him. "Thanks?"
He shrugs. "Late night worrying about what I"m going to do to you?"
"More like late night planning how I"m going to annihilate you."
He steps closer, leaving very little gap between us. I can feel the heat radiating from his body and hear his steady breathing. It"s kind of nice.
"I think you"re all talk, Grace," he murmurs.
I step closer, putting my hand on his chest. "Oh yeah?" I call forth
