HENRY POV
I woke up with a groan the second the bus rolled to a stop.
My spine cracked as I shifted against the cold window, and my right shoulder throbbed in protest. Sleeping on a cramped seat after two straight overtimes? Worst idea ever. My ass was numb, my hoodie was sticking to the side of my neck with sweat, and my knees were locked in a permanent squat from the cramped space.
Basketball glory came with a price.
Next to me, Dax looked like a raccoon who’d lost a fight to a truck. His eyes were half-lidded, dark circles painted underneath them, jaw slack from pure exhaustion. I wasn’t sure he’d even slept at all. Probably too wired from the adrenaline. Or thinking. He always thought too much.
I stretched, winced, and gave my shoulder a light roll.
“f**k,” I muttered, rubbing
