Page 90 of It’s All in How You Fall
“What are you doing Friday night?” Alex asks, flipping our hands.
He leaves Saturday for the Winston-Salem tournament. If he keeps winning, it’s possible he might miss an entire week of school next week and a soccer game, but it’ll be a good test—of whether he can balance all the things, and if hewantsto.
I grin. “Ordering a Mozza-Monster and hoping that video doesn’t make me want to die?”
“It won’t.”
“How do you know?”
Alex drops a quick kiss on my lips but keeps his mouth low, his handsome face filling my vision. The night falls away. “Because I know you, Caroline Kepler, and you can do anything.”
He’s right. I can. And I have so much more to do. In tennis, in life, with him.
Watch this.
