Gemotions

“We think you’ll be a better fit at guard, David,” the captain stated, his voice unusually gentle. David’s heart, which had been pounding a frantic rhythm in his chest, slowed.

He let out a long breath, shoulders dropping. The constant responsibility of calling plays and setting the pace of the game was crushing. The pressure had been relentless.

He glanced at the defensive line, a small grin appearing. He could use his size, use his strength. “Sounds good to me,” he said, the words coming out stronger than he'd expected. His hands felt less clammy.