Page 115 of Honey Undone
“When do we leave?” I asked her, holding my breath when her eyes widened and her body tensed.
“I’ll probably go meet the—”
“No, when does the season start?” I rephrase my question for her.
“What?” Adeline pulled back from me, placing her hand on my chest but I grabbed her wrist, pressing it to my lips and tugged her body back flush with mine.
“When do we need to be in California, Adeline?” I asked her, giving her palm a kiss.
“August fifteenth.” She said, her brows still pinched together tightly.
“Alright that gives us some time after the season is done to get moved, I think we should skip an apartment and go straight to a house and before you argue you should see my bank account—”
“Jensen!” Adeline snapped.
“What,baby?” I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up from me at her sudden outburst. “A house is more practical and has better investments. We’ll be there for a little while and I’d rather own…” I rambled until she stopped me.
“What are you talking about?” She sounded like she was on the verge of tears when I grabbed her face and squeezed.
“I’m coming with you,” I said.
“You can’t just—” I kissed her hard to silence her argument.
“Contrary to popular belief,I can.” I said when I pulled back, “I made the decision a while ago. It’s my last season with Harbor, and there’s a new hotel going up in San Francisco.”
“Harbor is your home, Jensen. You shouldn’t sacrifice that to watch me chase my dreams,” she said softly, her throat bobbing to keep from crying.
“No, no. Harbor will always be my home, and I have spent my entire life trying everything once in search of that feeling but I never had a dream, Adeline.” I kissed her nose, my thumb brushing over her cheek, “not until I met you.”
Her lips parted to argue, and again I stole the air from her, not willing to listen to whatever dull argument she was ready to start. “I’m not going back to text messages and rain checks,” I said to her. “I want early mornings, late nights, gym dates, and long baths with you.”
She sighed and I shook my head at her.
“I want every rough touch, every hard kiss, and to talk shit with youface to face,Adeline Sarah.” Her face lit up at the words, it was exactly how we loved one another. "No long distance."
“Touch rough,” Adeline said, threading her fingers into my hair with a tug.
“Kiss hard,” she reminded just how so with a crushing kiss that melted her to me in a pile of rampant nerves that neither of us could control.
“Talk shit,” she pulled back breathlessly and scowled at me with tears in her eyes, “you’re fucking insane.”
“Only about you.” I whispered and I meant it.
“Are you serious about this?” She questioned carefully. Scared that I wasn’t.
“Yeah, Adeline. You’re where I belong.”
JENSEN
“Are you nervous about today?” I sat at the table with Josh and Louis, just trying to mind my business while the press ran the final game junket on all the players. Most of Portland's guys sat down the hall from us doing the same thing.
Adeline had come around to the Nest with me that morning to help Zoey make signs and do August’s hair with old temporary blue hair dye she had lying around. She fit in so effortlessly with them all that it was hard to remember a time when she wasn’t there. I was just so stupidly in love.
“Sorry, what?” I asked, rolling a small piece of ripped paper between my fingers.
“Today? Are you nervous about the game?” The reporter asked again. She was a tiny thing with an innocent, bright smile.
“A little, but nerves are good for the game,” I tried to answer as diplomatically as I could without sounding like a total asshole. I wasn't nervous at all. Mostly just excited. To be honest, typically at these things they left me alone. It wasn’t the catcher they wanted information from, it was the pitcher, the first baseman, the coaches.
