Until Friday Night (The Field Party, #1)

by Abbi Glines

“You’d like him, Mom,” I whispered. “He’s wonderful.” She would have wanted me to tell her everything about him. She’d squeal with me when I told her about our first kiss. She would listen to me talk about him and not get bored. She hadn’t just been my mother; she’d been my best friend.

“Guard your heart. He won’t mean to hurt you. But in the end he might.”

“Just my jersey, Maggie. No one else’s. Ever. I don’t want anyone’s jersey touching you but mine. Keep this one. Wear it any damn time you want, but don’t ever put Brady’s on again.” Oh. Okay. Oh my. I nodded and resisted the urge to wrap my arms around the shirt I was now wearing, and cuddle with it. It smelled like West. I was never going to want to wash it. He grinned. “My girl. My fucking jersey.”

She had been trying to please me. She just had no idea that a girl wearing a guy’s jersey meant she was his.

“I want to mean to you what you mean to me.” That wasn’t an “I love you,” but it was close enough.