"I figured that I would have to get another job, but looking at a school didn't even occur to me," I say honestly, furrowing my brow as I twist a little so that I can look up at him. His fingers feel amazing in my hair, like he's siphoning the tension right out of me, and I let out a soft sigh. "You think I could do that? I could turn traitor and coach lacrosse."

My nose wrinkles a bit just saying it, but I do know lacrosse really well. Mostly because I had to prove some jerk wrong when he called it land hockey.