Page 11 of Honey Undone
Tyson shrugged, “looks like a masters in business… maybe?” He titled his head to try to read the certificate he was holding but it was too small and too blurry even zoomed in. “He’s a smart Greek God? I don’t know what you got yourself into but God damn am I glad to be along for the ride.”
“So we’re going right?” Kaia was laid across my couch with her feet propped up over the arm and an intense look on her face. Her hair was braided back and it made her usually sharp, beautiful features blinding.
“I don’t think so,” I shook my head and closed my laptop on the island. My studio apartment wasn’t exactly spacious but it was enough for me. The exposed brick wall and hardwood floors had called to me the first time I saw them. Itwas now decorated with neon signs and weird art that framed in a tv that hung across from the long, thrifted sectional in the center of the loft.
“This is bullshit, why are you fighting it so hard?” She rolled to sit up so she could really glare at me and I avoided the harsh gaze by grabbing a beer from the fridge.
“I’m not fighting anything,” I laughed, popping the top and flicking the bottlecap at her. “I’m just not ready to become some brainless bat bunny because a cute guy smiled at me.”
“There’s literally nothing wrong with a good brainless fuck from anextremelyattractive baseball player, you’re just insulting a demographic to make yourself feel better about being a coward!” Kaia declared.
“Alright alright, calm down Killer,” I said, raising my hands in surrender. “What the hell has gotten into you?”
“I’m pretty sure Christian is cheating on me,” she blurted and I instantly handed her my beer as I sank on the couch beside her. “He’s been doing thatI’m working late. I can't come overbullshit, and he bailed on the last three dates.”
She and Christian had been together for years but they had the worst relationship I’d ever seen and yet…
“Why the hell do you entertain that?” I asked her as she chugged back the beer.
“Because he’s sweet when he wants to be, and it’s the only love I’ve ever had. It’s about commitment okay.” She shrugged and set down the empty bottle.
“Who’s the coward now?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m not just going to quit. I’ve been at it too long,” she said.
“No one is going to call you a quitter,” I said to her.
“I will,” she argued. “Stop deflecting the conversation, we’re going to the game tonight.”
“Won’t that give him hope?” I asked and leaned over to rest on the back of the couch with my shoulder and head.
“We’re actively trying to give him hope, we need to get you laid.” She smiled and pushed off the couch, “come on you need to get cleaned up and you need shorter shorts.”
I grumbled and followed her toward my closet. She helped me clean up a little, and redid my hair with some clips before she disappeared and returned with the jersey.
“No.” I shook my head. “Absolutely not, that’stoomuch hope.”
“Put it on.”
I knew I wasn’t going to win the argument so I slipped the jersey over the tight black cropped t-shirt and did the middle button up. I hated how cute I felt in it and how proud Kaia looked when she surveyed the finished product.
We took a cab over to the stadium, stealing two seats higher up in the stands tucked between some drunk college students and a few girls who kept giggling about Cael Cody. Kaia handed me a bag of cola bottles and I ripped them open, popping one between my teeth nervously.
“He can’t even see you up here, relax.” Kaia leaned over with a piece of licorice pressed to her tongue.
The game started and despite how much I wanted to put on a cool and collected front, the second I saw him that tingling warm feeling blistered across my chest and my fingers curled around the bag as I shoved my hands between my thighs to keep still.
“It’s like the sunshine makes him prettier,” Kaia swooned and I giggled because she wasn’t wrong. It licked at his exposed muscles and made his tawny skin glow and highlighted every dark swipe of permanent ink that covered him. “How dare you deny that,” she scolded under her breath as the game started.
I finally relaxed going into the bottom of the fifth inning. Starting to think that Kaia was right that we could make it through the game without being spotted. When Jensen came up to bat and knocked the ball out of the park with a resounding crack that echoed over the crowds screaming, everyone jumped up in excitement as Jensen carried himself to first. His head was turned up in the crowd and for a second I thought he wasn’t looking too hard but he shifted, jogging backwards to second base and pointed directly at me.
My cheeks turned a shade of red that burned at the touch as Kaia wrapped her hands around them and pulled our noses together.
“Are you convinced yet?” She asked loudly over the sounds of cheers. “Because that man is down bad!”
I gripped her wrists as she squeezed my face and smiled at her.
I was screwed and I liked it.
