You can't spot a team 12 points and expect to come back. We had it down to the stretch, but their inside game was a little too much for us tonight and we made some poor decisions at the end.

Regina has been averaging a double-double almost every game and is one of our best players. A main focus of the night was to try and find our identity on court in her absence.

We couldn't get the ball to fall. It's very unlike my team to shoot that badly. But, they hustled and played hard.

Soft fingers grip my wrist and forearm. My eyes shoot to hers, but she’s too busy fussing over the noncut to notice how her caress is turning me inside out. In a good way. In a strange way. In a way I haven’t felt since...Beth.

There are edges around the black and every now and then a flash of color streaks out of the gray. But I can never really grasp any of the slivers of memories that emerge.

A heat wave crashes into my body and I tug at the collar of my winter coat. I could take this thing off and probably still sweat. The memories of his mouth moving against mine and how his hands pressed into my body flood my brain. I lick my lips in anticipation. I crave for him to kiss me again, but... “Are you going to call me after?”
A small grin plays on his lips. “You aren’t going to cut me any slack, are you?”
It’s like he’s begging me to tease him, and without thought, I slide back to the braver girl at the bar. “Is that a problem?”
He shakes his head. “Not from you.”