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Will fixes my strap on my helmet and I chuckle. “Will, you know I can do the helmet myself, right?”
Will stills. He knows I know how to do it, but I also know that he likes doing it. He lets out a sigh. “Damn it, woman. Don’t take this away from me. If you want to hang the pictures, then okay, I’ll watch because I know you’re capable. But I do your helmet. Always.”
My smile is stupid big but Will can only tell through my eyes. “I love you. If you want to hang up the pictures you can…but can you do it shirtless?”
Will smirks. “That’s funny, I was going to make the same request of you.”
Back home, Will follows through by taking his shirt off to hang the last of our pictures. He told me he wanted a gallery, and what kind of photographer would I be if I didn’t jump on that?
Granted, it’s called for some major rearranging since we’re living together now. Originally, we talked about moving into my place as it felt more like our comfort spot, but ultimately his place is bigger, and we definitely needed the extra wall space.
“Okay, last one,” Will mumbles with the last nail in his mouth. Why is that just so hot? It’s so simple, yet manly. “Callie, can you hand me that last frame?”
Grabbing the picture, I walk over and lift the frame up to him. After seeing my stool-chair combo Will immediately bought a step ladder, which I thought was a pointless buy, but now as I’m eye level with Will’s dick I have a brilliant idea. Safe idea? That’s debatable.
As Will starts to hammer the anchor into the wall I slide his grey sweats down.
The hammering immediately stops and Will mumbles, “Callie, what are you doing?”
I run my hands over his quickly hardening length before pulling his briefs down next. “You know I don’t have any way to pay you for your services today,” I say, mimicking a bad porno.
“Cal—Fuck.” Will curses as I start sucking on his cock. “I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve you, but shit, you’re incredible.”
Letting my hand take over for a moment, I pop off and bat my eyelashes up at Will. “Please, finish hanging my pictures, Mr. Handyman, and then I’ll finish you.”
I don’t give Will any time to respond and take him back in my mouth. I feel his eyes watching me though, so I put on a good show—taking him all the way back until I start to choke a little.
“Fuck me,” Will breathes. “If I wasn’t a saint, then I must have been fucking Superman.”
Popping off one more time, I say, “What girl doesn’t want to fuck Superman?”
Chapter 44
Will
Opening Day at Blues Stadium – One Year Later
After six years in the major leagues and two World Series wins in my career, I feel I can confidently say this is the most nervous I have ever been for a game.
I wipe my hands off on my uniform for what feels like the hundredth time. I can’t ask Callie to marry me with sweaty hands.
“What are you going to do if she says no?” Adam asks, coming up next to me in the locker room.
This fucker.“I know you’re fucking with me, but today’s not the day.”
Adam laughs at my misery—he has been all month. I knew I was going to ask Callie to marry me on the next Opening Day for a while now. So, before we left for Spring Training, I found a ring designer and knocked on Adam’s door to tell him I was going to ask Callie to marry me.
I know my Callie, and she would cringe eternally at the idea of me asking for a blessing, but it’s the gentleman in me whocouldn’t say nothing. So I might not have asked, but I damn sure let her brother know how much I love her.
There’s just one other person I have to prepare for this proposal and even though he’s had a year to get use to the idea of me and Callie, Miles might not take this so well. And right on time, my phone vibrates with the new group chat Lucie started without Callie in it.
When Will asks Callie to marry him.
Reagan
On a scale of 1 to 10 how nervous are you?
Don’t start.
