Mine do the same, trailing over every inch of him and the turquoise uniform with the white pinstripes he’s wearing. He’s so tall, broad, and muscular, I can’t believe he’s mine.
Which reminds me.
I stand in front of him and because of where I’m standing, he has to look up at me. This isn’t the time or place for unholy thoughts, but he looks devastatingly handsome staring up at me from this angle.
I brace my hands on the thick railing, and he rests his on either side of me.
“I messed up.”
He cocks his head, brows cinched with worry. “Why do you say that?”
“I know we said we’d take it slow, but I slipped up and told your sister we’re dating. I also said you were my boyfriend and had no idea your parents were behind me, so now they know about us.”
“Jos…” His brown eyes sparkle, and a megawatt smile splits across his face. His arms now dangle on either side of me. “I’m really trying to play it cool right now and not look like a dork, but you’re standing here wearing my jersey and then you tell me that.”
“You’re not annoyed? I’m the one who said slow and now I’m telling the world you’re my boyfriend.” It was just his sister and parents, but I’m sure they’re his world.
“Annoyed? Baby, I want the whole universe to know you’re mine.”
Now I’m cheesing. “Oh, so you and me, we’re official now?”
“This has always been official to me,” he gravely says but still smiles. “A label isn’t going to determine what we are. I’m yours, strictly.”
My heart is going crazy again and I’m feeling weirdly shy now. “Okay.”
“You’re so cute.” His gaze sweeps over my face. I’m sure he’s noticed how red I am and he knows it has nothing to do with how bright the sun is.
“Can you sign this?” I ask to take the attention away from my face because it’s hot and I’m smiling more than I ever have in my life.
Daniel chuckles huskily, grabs the Sharpie from his pocket, and takes the ball. As he’s writing, he says, “You look beautiful.”
“Is that what you’re really thinking?”
He briefly closes his eyes and smirks when they open. “Keeping it G, Jos. Don’t do this to me now.”
“I’m wearing green,” I tease him.
His brows furrow before they set in a straight line with realization. He clicks his tongue and laughs under his breath. “The jersey and the green when we get home.”
I roll my lips together and shrug. “Win first.”
His dark eyes lock with mine, and challenge and heat swirls in them. “Here. I’ll see you later, baby.”
I’m grinning all the way back to my seat. I don’t want to, but I can’t help it; I feel so damn giddy. Pen looks the way I feel when I take my seat next to her, but she doesn’t make a comment. Nor do her parents, but I feel them every so often look my way with smiles on their faces.
When I finally look at what he wrote on the ball, I laugh, garnering looks from Pen and her parents, but I don’t look at them. I look up at my boyfriend, who’s already looking at me.
Eyes on me
We’re at the bottom of the sixth inning and Daniel’s walkup song, “Pursuit of Happiness” blasts through the speaker as he walks up to bat.
“I don’t know if Danny told you, but this was Adrian’s favorite song and the last song he listened to before he passed,” Pen solemnly says.
I glance at her, but she stares straight ahead. “He actually didn’t, but he’s shared things with me about Adrian.”
“Yeah?” She stares at me, surprised.
“It’s not a lot but he has. I know it’s hard and I’m sure it must be hard for you too.”
