Page 1 of Honey Undone
SARAH
“Addy!” My name was called through the thick crowd of people that flooded the concourse, but Cosy’s voice traveled through the noise and carried me toward them. Kaia was waving a piece of licorice in Sunday’s face, laughing as it hit her in the nose. Her brown hair was cut short around her jaw, and her smile was infectious as Sunday tried to swipe the candy out of the air with only her teeth.
She was wearing a Hornet’s jersey under her jean jacket and her long dirty blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and through her baseball cap.
“Look who showed up,” Sunday said, her head turning to look at me as I approached them. Cosy scowled at her and threw her arm around me. Her dark red hair brushed against my cheek as she pulled me in for the hug.
The stadium was buzzing with playoff energy as we wandered down through the sea of bodies to our seats. It wasn’t often that we got our hands on spare tickets so when Cosy’s brother Van offered them up it was rare we passed on them.
“We’re here.” She pointed at the four seats that were sandwiched between the Hornet’s dugout and the fence. The view of the in-field from this position was insane but I always preferred our normal seats further back. I liked to see all the action, from here all we would see was the batter's box and the pitchers mound. Even the view of the third was obscured.
“So excited to stare at the catcher's ass for three hours,” I said, sinking down into my seat between Cosy and Kaia.
“Are you complaining about baseball pants right now?” Kaia scoffed. “We come here to objectify men, Addy. It’s the main reason.”
“I come to cheer for my brother.” Cosy shook her head, but the smile on her face gave away the amusement.
“And yourbrother,”Kaia said, a wicked grin building on her face. “Has a top ten Hornet ass.”
“You have a list?” I asked.
Kaia was the kind of pretty that made me envy every inch of her. From her high cheekbones and bright smile, to her dark almond eyes and thick brown hair that complemented her golden skin. Even worse, she was a boy's worst nightmare, wild and unchained. She said what she meant and always meant exactly what she said.
“Of course I do,” she said, reaching down between us as she grabbed the roster card that was shoved between the sheets. “Do you have a pen?” She turned to Sunday, who dug one out of her small purse with a tiny giggle.
“Colton Todd, flat, needs to do more squats. Dougie, too white there's nothing there. Mattheson, Hamilton and Reyes… shameful. Louis...” She tapped the paper and then pointed to second base. For a moment, I thought we might have gotten to the good stuff. “Cute ass but not agoodshape.” She moved her hands in a loose circle and pouted, “There’s no grab-ability.”
“That’s not a word,” I said but continued to listen.
“It is now,” Sunday said, ripping open her bag of M&Ms and dropping the lot of them into her popcorn.
“Now, top five, Cael Cody, shortstop, fifth place. Do you want to know why?” She asked me with a serious tone in her voice.
“You’re going to tell me anyway,” I guessed.
“Correct,” she said, booping my nose with the pen, “he’s got a great ass, but it doesn’t hold up in sweatpants. That’s a waste.”
“Does he know this?” I laughed.
“Van Mitchell,” she continued, and Cosy pretended to gag.
“Fourth place, really nice but he’s just too tall. No offense,” she said to Cosy.
“None taken, you aren’t ogling my ass,” she huffed.
“I have before, you’re top three Hillcats,” Kaia said to her.
“Awe, really?” Cosy cooed, suddenly a little more into the conversation.
“Yeah right behind Rhea and this fat ass.” She winked at me. “Thighs for days,” she added with a smile when I stared at her. “Back to the list, Dean ‘Golden Boy’ Tucker,” she emphasized. “That man is built like a brick wall and his ass is proof that a higher power exists.”
“The first baseman?” Sunday asked, and Kaia nodded before continuing.
“Then there’s Arlo,” she sighed wistfully.
“Isn’t he retired?” I asked and Kaia shrugged.
“The list is timeless, and his ass is Harbor legend in baseball pants. The calendar tells no lies and memorializes it for all of eternity,” she said.
