He’d find himself wanting to be in your presence — finding any excuses to spend more time with you even if he was far too focused on his own football career.

He didn’t know what you two were. Sure, he’d let you braid his hair — which he allowed with no one — even sometimes sleep in his bed, but that was it; he didn’t have time for relationships.

“Hey…” his voice erupted as he walked into the room and sat next to you, “could you braid my hair again? It got all messed up today at practice…”