"Bullshit," I mutter, working a hand up under the hem of his shirt, palm splayed out on warm skin, but then I settle, my face in the crook of his neck and our legs tangled together.

The last time I just lay there with someone, with no real intention of having sex, without the exhaustion that comes after getting off... Actually, I don't know if I've ever done that. Coach and me... Well, there were hours spent on his bed, side by side on his soft blue sheets, staring up at that speckled ceiling of his, but that... Those memories aren't the same as they used to be.