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“You and me fucking would be the worst idea ever. And yet I can’t get it out of my head.”
“Fuck it.” I inch closer, lick my lips. “Kiss me, rookie.” He smiles. “Hell, yes.”
“God,” he pants. “You’re just . . . my undoing.”
“You’re out of this world,” I say, running a finger down his chest. “You’re a moonshot. You’re a grand slam over the fences. That’s you, rookie. You’re my walk-off home run.”
Grant Blackwood is my undoing because he gets me. He understands me. He gives more of himself to me than anyone ever has. I want him beyond these walls, beyond this room, beyond tonight.
“I am so crazy for you, Grant. I don’t know what happened in the last few days, but that’s how I feel. Out-of-my-mind crazy. I know this has to end, but I don’t want it to end. I want you to be mine,”
“I’m falling so fucking hard for you,” he says, and that’s it. I’m just done. I’m too far gone. I grab him, kiss him, and give him everything I can. For now. Because that’s all we have.
“I waited years for a guy like you. I can wait all season for you,” he says, his voice stitched with a vulnerability that cracks my heart wide open. “I’ll wait for you, rookie.”
“Fuck me, rookie. I’m yours.”
“You’re my weakness, rookie.”
