Till Summer Do Us Part(126)

Her lips purse to the side as she thinks about it. “Umm, there were a lot of things, but I guess one of them would be that I wish I asked him to be more affectionate, more loving, to treat me as his wife, not his roommate.”

“I can understand that. I’m sorry he wasn’t more affectionate,” I say as I move in close, pinning her against her door. I press my hand to her hip and use my other hand to cup the back of her head. “His loss, my gain.”

Then I kiss her…passionately.





“Comfortable?” I ask as we both take a seat in the front-row seats of the suite that I bought out for the night.

She looks around, taking in the baseball field in front of us, the full stadium, the game that’s already been playing for two and a half innings.

“Uh, yeah. I’m just a little confused.”

“Why?” I ask as I open a box of Cracker Jack. If the prize is a ring, she’s getting it.

“Because you never told me you liked baseball.”

“Oh, it’s okay. Can be boring at times but also thrilling when runners are on the field and there’s a possible chance for a goal to be scored.”

“I think it’s called a run,” she corrects me.

I chuckle. “Sure.”

That makes her laugh as well. “Are you telling me that I might know more about sports than you?”

“Nah, I’m only kidding. I know all the sports. Go, balls.”

She laughs again, and the sound is so sweet to my ears. And considering when I first met her, it’s such a contrast. There was zero joy in her expression. Just worry, maybe a hint of depression. It was as if she was living under a dark cloud the entire time. But now—now it’s different. There’s joy in her eyes. There’s playfulness. She has no problem laughing and no problem getting lost in the day, in the hours, in the minutes…in the seconds.

“Well, I’m excited to cheer for the balls.”

“Because you like balls.”

Her eyes roll. “Your maturity is really showing.”

I press my hand to my chest. “Aw, thank you.”

She snags my Cracker Jack from me and then pops some in her mouth.

“You know, if you didn’t look so hot eating those, I’d steal them back. But I don’t know. Kind of enjoying the view, especially in that skirt.”

She glances down at her flirty white skirt and then back at me. “First time I’m wearing it.”

“Trust me, won’t be the last. Your legs look amazing in it.”

“Thank you,” she says as her cheeks stain. And I wonder if it will always be like that, if my compliments will always garner a cute, innocent reaction from her.

I sure as hell hope so.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I quickly take a look at it.

One minute and counting.

I slip my phone back in my pocket and then turn toward her. I take the Cracker Jack and offer her a drink.

Confused, she says, “Uh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Drink up, Pips.”

She eyes me suspiciously. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe.”

She chuckles. “Okay, so tell me what’s going on.”

“Take five sips of your drink, and then I’ll show you.”

She eyes me for a few more seconds, probably trying to figure me out, but then she takes her sips and sets the drink down.

“Okay, tell me exactly what’s going on.”

Thankfully, it’s perfect timing, as the jumbotron flashes over a couple. They’re framed in a camera shot with Kiss Cam written at the bottom.

Smirking, I point to the jumbotron just as we both come on-screen.

When she takes in what’s going on, I grip her cheek, pull her in, and kiss her…wildly. I kiss her like no other kiss cam has ever seen.

The crowd erupts in cheers. I pump my fist to the sky while I continue to kiss her—even with a little tongue—and the stadium laughs. When I pull away, I smirk at her and then lean back in my chair.

She blinks a few times and then says, “Did we just kiss on a jumbotron?”

“Yeah, Pips, we did. You can check that off your bucket list.” I wink just as my phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out, and sure enough, there’s the picture I was hoping to get.

I flash it to her, a picture of us kissing on the big screen, my clenched fist up in the air.

“Did you…did you plan this entire thing?”

“Of course.” As I’m slowly learning, I will do anything that brings you true joy. “We have to make sure we’re checking things off that list, Pips. Because once we do, it means we can add more. Together.”





“How did it go?”

I catch the football and toss it back to Sanders.

“Like clockwork,” I say. “Thank you for helping me score that suite. It was perfect. After the whole kiss cam thing, we snuggled and watched the game, even though we couldn’t care less what was going on.”

“Not a problem. Glad it worked. How do you think she’s feeling right now?”

“Good,” I say. “Last night, when I was at her door, I asked her another question.”