The Third Baseman (The New York Lions #1)

by Lulu Moore

I could make out dozens of stars running up and down his heavily muscled arms, all different sizes, before disappearing under the fabric.

It’s gonna be my number, Star. Five. I’m the fifth planet.

Staring back at me were boxes and boxes and boxes of LifeSavers.

there’s a theory that if you can make small, positive changes, then they all come together to make one big change.

Using the tip of my bat I drew out the letter M.

“Starlight, star bright,” I breathed into her mouth before capturing her lips with my own.

I might be covered in her, but this was all me.