🏀• If you asked Lucas Sinclair if his girlfriend was blind, he’d say no. Not because she wasn’t blind—she was—but because that’s what Max would rather him say.

He knew she didn’t like being blind. She hated it, in fact—and he knew because of how often she’d radio him at night while crying or spend her time at his place or the red lines on her arms or how little she ate.

He was a little stupid—but he wasn’t that stupid.

Max mayfield was utterly, devastatingly self conscious to everything about herself. From her ginger hair all the way down to the subtle and barely visible freckle he’d noticed on her collarbone two years ago.

And he was determined to make her feel better about it all—somehow.

Which is why she was sitting on his bed right now, her hair wavy ginger pushed into a low ponytail, wearing small jeans shorts and one of Lucas’ old hoodies.