Madeline Grange was twelve years old the first time she beat me at something, and I have been losing to her, in a very specific way, ever since.
She's twenty-two now. She's my roommate's little sister. She's the best point guard on a roster that doesn't want her, and she's the exact thing I have spent ten years promising myself I will never touch.
It's supposed to be simple. Watch out for her. Don't look too long. Don't drive her home after every away game just because it's on my way, even when it isn't.
Then February happens, and the rules stop being rules, and her brother finds out, and my season is gone.
Everybody wants me to choose. I already did. That was the problem.
A slow burn sports romance about the worst possible timing and the best possible person.
