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I grab the cap behind the card with my name in a swirly font on it and stick it on my head. “Finn, you didn’t have to.” Even though I love it that he did. Team gear has become an obsession over the years after so many countless bets with Ben on various teams.

“Try on the jersey. I’m interested to see how it fits.” He picks it up and flaps it out in front of me showing me the back with the name Peavy and the number twenty-two on it.

I laugh, and it quickly becomes uncontrollable. “I said he was kind of cute one time.” I made one off-handed comment when the pitchers changed during the game I watched with him and my brother and I will never live it down.

“Yeah, Finn, he has good eyes,” Ben chimes in with an overly sweet impersonation mocking my earlier comment on the pitcher. Great, now even Ben is bonding with Finn and taking his side. Throw in some free team gear, and Ben’s loyalties are thinner than water.

“I’m helping you support your man. Maybe later we can get it signed.” Finn laughs with me and shakes the jersey back and forth before I snatch it out of his hands.


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My back hits the white textured wall in our hallway as Finn pins me in place with his palms on each side of my head.

“We need to start using the elevator. I can’t maul you the way I want to after all those stairs,” he huffs and places a line of kisses from the bottom of my ear down my neck.

I want Finn to maul me. I’m ready to be mauled, but I need to make sure he understands how much today means to me, and probably Ben too. “Thank you so much for today. Ben and Rebecca had a great time.”

He stops and I want to beg him to continue. “I hope you had a good time as well.”

“I did.” The Giants won 3-2, and Ben and Finn had a chance to bond. What more could I want?

He lowers his hands to lift my shirt. “There’s a way you can show me your gratitude.”

“In the hallway?” My voice is husky when I question him.

Finn stops and his smile radiates down at me. “Well it was you who so loudly explained to me no one else lives up here.”

Rather than argue, I reach for his belt buckle.