(Kendall)
After a while, Jaxon leaned over and kissed the top of my head. Then he said, “Come on,” and stood up, holding out his hand.
I took it and followed him upstairs to his room.
He pulled off his shirt and threw it in the hamper, then sat on the bed. I sat next to him and leaned back on my hands.
We sat in silence for a minute before I turned toward him.
“When’s your next game?” I asked. “Against Northeastern, I mean.”
“Monday night,” he said. “Home game.”
I nodded. “I met a player there before.”
“Yeah?” he asked, reaching behind him for the remote. “Who?”
“Marcus is looking to sign Ryan Keller. I think he’s getting close.”
Jaxon made a face but didn’t say anything right away. He tossed the remote aside again.
“Keller’s solid,” he said after a second. “Quick. Gets in fast,
