I reach over and run my thumb over her cheek, and her eyes lift to meet mine again.
“You’re more than enough,” I say.
Her eyes glaze over. Then she grabs my face in her hands and presses her mouth to mine again without hesitation. Without time to second-guess. She kisses me like she’s dying and I’m the cure.
My pulse skyrockets as her lips move against mine and I’m in agony when she breaks away because the kiss is too short.
“Okay, now we can go,” she says.
She leans back with a timid smile while I’m left in the driver’s seat stunned like a lovesick puppy, unable to move.
“Are you sure?” I choke out, secretly hoping she’s not finished with me.
“Yeah,” she says. “I just had to do that, but I’m good now.”
“Oh, good.” My voice is too high, and my face is hot.
I don’t think I’m going to get used to this anytime soon, but I think I prefer it that way.
“What are you waiting for? Start driving or we’ll be late,” she says like she didn’t just obliterate my ability to think clearly.
I breathe out slowly, trying to collect myself. I thought she was distracting sitting next to me before, but this is a whole new level. It’s almost unbearable driving the rest of the way back because all I can do is hold her hand.
I pull into the school’s parking lot just in time to warm up with the team. They’re out on the field, practicing batting while they wait for the other team to arrive. I’m exhausted, but the adrenaline of the roller coaster I’ve been on today is keeping me upright.
“Are you nervous?” Emma asks as I park the car.
“A little bit,” I say. I’ve been looking forward to this game for so long, and I’m finally here. “What if after all of this, I suck?”
“That’s impossible. You’re Myles Green. You were born to play baseball.”
I smile at her cute optimism even though there’s still a part of me that’s worried I might mess up.
Emma gets out of the car and follows me to the trunk, where I take out my duffel bag, hoisting it over my shoulder.
She stares at me with a silly smile.
“What?”
“I miss seeing you in your little baseball outfit.”
I laugh. “Excuse me? My what?”
“You heard me,” she says.
“It’s a baseball uniform.”
“My bad.” She lifts her fist to her mouth and clears her throat. “Your little baseball uniform.”
I glare at her even though I’m secretly obsessed with how she’s teasing me. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”
She shrugs, eyeing me. “I think I’m okay with that.”
“Oh really?” I ask with a glint in my eye.
She steps farther away, catching on to what I’m about to do. “Don’t.”
But she knows better and takes off running toward the school entrance.
