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Stars. Even from this distance, I could make out dozens of stars running up and down his heavily muscled arms, all different sizes, before disappearing under the fabric. Stars in between – I squinted – were they planets? Words? Squiggles?
It’s gonna be my number, Star. Five. I’m the fifth planet. And then he’d kissed me, and I forgot anything after that.
Private: We’re back in the same city, Star. Hope you’ve had a great first day. X
The Jupiter I’d known with his dimples, winks, and toothy grins was impossible to deny. The Jupiter with the tattoos and arrogance, all man and muscle, was becoming harder to ignore. A combination of the two was deadly. And it was anyone’s guess how much longer I’d be able to hold out.
especially with his cap turned backward.
“I’m saving you as Star. Stars and Stripes has become too much of a mouthful, and I prefer my mouth to be full of other things.”
“Starlight, star bright, you were the first star I saw tonight. Wish I may, wish I might, have this kiss with you tonight.” He smiled, nervously, “I changed the words a little.”
Using the tip of my bat I drew out the letter M. M for Marnie. I might not have known where she was for the past fourteen years, but writing her into the sand by the plate meant I had her with me.
An intricate drawing of a brilliant star sliced in two, one half lying on the ground, and inside the other half was a beating heart. Hers. Mine. Our tiny initials intertwined in the middle.
To Marnie, however… “The Milky Way,” she rasped. “Jupiter…”
“Are you serious? Do you know how childish that is? It’s bad enough that I’m here because of you, and now you’re the only one I’m allowed to work with. This isn’t fair, Jupiter!” His blue eyes flared like the word neon had been invented to describe them. “I don’t give a fuck! The field is the only place I play fair. When it comes to you, all bets are off.”
The wall built around my heart was slowly being knocked down, brick by brick, by the boy who’d put it there in the first place. And that was not something I’d planned for.
For stargazing. And as you’re not inviting me over, here are the coordinates for my roof terrace the next time you want to see me and my body… all that. 40.7336° N, 74.0027° W
promise, it’s okay. Do what you need to do. I’ll give you the space, and I’ll be waiting when you’re ready. However long it takes.” Her trembling jaw punched me right in the gut. “Just don’t ask me to stop believing in us. I can’t do that.”
Roped lights hung between the palm trees, crisscrossing the tiny space and fastened onto the wall. My blankets had been laid out, along with more, and a dozen cushions I didn’t recognize. Electric tea lights flickered in the twilight, positioned in every corner and crevice he’d been able to find.
think I love you, Marnie Matthews. I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, like my heart could burst at any second. The only other time I feel this alive is when I’ve got a bat in my hand and I’m running bases.”
“That we belong to each other. I’m yours, and you’re mine.”
“You’re going to be leaking my cum for days.”
“We’re not teenagers anymore, Marn. Spread your legs. I want to see what I’ve been missing.”
“Tell me who your pussy belongs to. Who it’s always belonged to.” “You, Jupiter… always you.” “Mine is going to be the only name you ever scream again. Understand?”
“How are you like this, and also such a dick to people? You know everyone thinks you’re an asshole, right?” “It’s special for you, babe,”
“Do you want kids?” “Marn, are you asking me to get you pregnant? Because if so, I’ll pull over right now and do it.”
“I’m serious.” I stopped at the light and turned to face her. “I want babies with you. I want you to have my kids, lots of them, so say the word...”
“This house is mine… well, ours.” “Jupiter…” she gasped, her eyes widening. “Wha… what? You bought us a house?”
launched myself onto him, wrapping my legs round his waist; one hand scooped under my ass, the other still held onto his bat.
Jupiter Reeves, my first love. The man I knew for certain was my only real love; my true love. My love, who knew me better than I knew myself; knew what I needed, what I liked. How to make my body respond in a way it never had in anyone else’s hands. Or mine.
“Fourteen years, three months, and thirteen days, Marnie. That's how many days I've loved you, and you've been my first and last thought for every single fucking one. So I guess the question is whether you’re going to let me.”
