I glance around. There are a lot of ears here. “How much will Hayes freak out if you’re not sitting in this seat when he looks over?”
“I come to every game. I have three kids home sick, and I’m still here. He can deal with it.” She stands and takes my hand. “Let’s go up top.”
Leighton leads me up the stairs to the strip of pavement where we can lean against the wall and still see the game. People are walking by, but this is as much privacy as we’re gonna get here.
“So… what’s going on?”
“I slept with him again last night.” Might as well just get it out there.
“Callie!” she scolds, then draws back and runs her hand down her body as though that’s going to compose her. “Sorry. No judging. How was it?” She grins at me.
“Bad.”
Her eyes widen. “Bad?”
“I got in my head about having an orgasm. At the doctor’s office, he read this article and…” I tell her the gist of the story, and she shrugs and rolls her eyes as though she gets it.
“Of course, he’s surprised. Most men think they’re practically porn stars in bed.”
I chuckle. “Yeah, well, he wanted to try again, and before he got home last night, I was using my vibrator because the tension between us is insane, Leighton. Like…”
She smiles as though she knows exactly what I’m talking about, and I really want to do the immature thing and say ew over it because she’s thinking of Hayes, but I don’t say anything. Eventually we have to figure out this topic. Maybe I just need to pretend she sleeps with someone other than my brother.
“So you know… and then the vibrator dies.”
Her mouth drops open. “No!”
God, it feels so good to talk to her about this.
“Right? And not one battery to be found in his place. I searched everywhere. Then he came home. I’m all hot and bothered and begging the universe to let me come, and he brought up the second chance.”
“And then?”
“I said okay.” I shrug.
“Oh shit. Hold on.” She stops a beer vendor and asks for one. “What do you want?”
I shake my head and bite into my hot dog. “My new vice. Junk food.”
She laughs. “Okay, keep going.” She sips her beer.
“It was like out of a movie. I’m walking across the room, and he picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist, and our lips just smash together. We’re talking no teasing of the lips, just open mouth, insert tongue. It was so hot…”
“Sounds like it.”
“Then the more we got into it, the more I got lost in my head, and I just couldn’t come.”
“That’s the worst.” She sips her beer again, then Hayes’s walk-up song, “Seven Nation Army” by The White Stripes plays through the stadium. “Shit, hold on a second.” She turns to the field. “Let’s go, Hayes!”
I plug my ear closest to her mouth. “Jesus, Leighton.”
“Sorry. I’m a big talker, but I saw him glance at the empty seats. And he’s in a little bit of a batting slump, so I want to be extra encouraging.”
We wait for Hayes to step up to the plate. He does his usual setup. The first ball comes in as a strike, and he doesn’t swing. The next two are balls.
“Come on, baby,” Leighton whispers. “You got this.”
He swings and misses.
