The tips of my fingers land on his cheek to guide his head in my direction. “Do share.”
“If I needed a fuck-buddy then I have options.”
My mouth goes slack. “Wow, you better speed up your explanation.”
His other hand holds my arm in place because he probably knows I want to swat him with it.
“I’m just saying that you’re not that, and you know more about me than most. I would like to think next time you visit Lake Spark I don’t need to sneak you in and out of my room. And when baseball season hits, then you’ll be there in the stands.”
He just did a one-eighty because that’s the total opposite to where I thought this conversation was going. “Baseball season is still a few months away,” I point out.
“Then tell me what timeline you're working with.”
“I don’t have one. I just… not getting hurt is more my priority. The last year has been one letdown after another from the men in my life. It takes a little to recover.”
“I get that.”
I focus on the tattoo on his skin. “Will you get another one?”
“Probably.”
“Hey, since we're asking questions, out of curiosity, what would your girlfriend do during baseball season other than fuck on a schedule?”
“Come to my games. I don’t know, haven’t had one in a while.” He kisses along my collarbone.
“Girlfriends are hard to come by, I hear.” I pretend to be unaffected that all his words and moves today are making me giddy inside.
“I do have high criteria. Cooking is a plus.” He kisses lower. “Sparkly powder on their skin that highlights their curves is a bonus.” And lower. “A mouth that I want to kiss sometimes to shut her up is damn near the perfect find.”
“Hmm, sounds like you might have found someone.” I close my eyes and my breath feels calm.
Spencer kisses the valley between my breasts. “I think I have. She just needs to step up to the home plate when she’s ready, because I think I am.”
My chest thumps like my heart wants to break free. “Hmm, is that what that white square thing is? I’m there. Just need to see if we are the winning team together.”
He moves to my belly button, stationing himself between my legs as he lies on his stomach. “I’ll take the challenge.”
His tongue hits the perfect spot, but it’s the honesty so apparent in his eyes that sends a chill down my spine.
21
SPENCER
Istare at the box that April just tossed onto my sofa. I’m not sure what this stuff is.
The other week, I got overcome with a need to see her, and I surprised her at her apartment. Eating takeout while being forced to watch a new series was kind of a relaxing change. The next morning, April grabbed breakfast when she walked Pickles and brought it back so we could avoid running into people. She didn’t let me forget that fact, as she teased me several times, but I prefer staying under the radar when I’m in the city.
I only barely managed to leave her place, because I knew she would be back to Lake Spark, and I had my agent waiting for me.
April drove up and arrived a few minutes ago. I’m still in my workout gear and am kind of sweaty since I hit my gym for an extra session, as Hadley is with a friend at her house after school.
“That’s everything,” April announces and collapses on the couch next to me and places her feet on the coffee table.
“Explain.”
She giggles and rolls her head to the side to look at me. “Relax, I’m not moving in. I just have a few extras for this visit.”
“Oh yeah?” I begin to rummage through the box. I pull out a new makeup kit, but it appears to be for a child. “Hell no.”
