Gemotions

"Okay, Miller, we need you to step up at cornerback." The words, delivered with a casual nod, sent a shockwave of delight through Miller. He practically vibrated where he stood. He felt a ridiculous grin split his face, revealing a row of surprisingly white teeth. He wanted to run, to sprint across the field, to just *move*.

His skin buzzed, an electric hum under his jersey. He couldn’t stop himself from bouncing on the balls of his feet. He met the coach's gaze, his eyes shining. This was it. A chance to prove himself in a new way, to be challenged and to rise to the occasion. He had been wanting this.