Page 60 of Baseball and Shifters

“Always,” I chirp. “But that’ll be an added benefit.” I wink before kissing him, stealing the rebuke from his lips. “Thank you for today. I had a great time.”

“I’m glad. So did I.” He smiles down at me as he tucks a stray hair behind my ear.

After a moment of soaking up the adoration that pours from him when he looks at me like that, I finally pull away and face my other mate. Lucas meets my gaze with a gleam in his eyes and a smirk on his face. It really doesn’t bother him, seeing me with my other mate, his best friend. There’s no jealousy in his eyes as he gazes at me longingly. Only the kind of pure happiness that radiates off of a golden retriever when their owner comes home.

“Walk me home?”

“Just me?” Lucas asks, his eyebrows in his hairline.

I duck my head to hide my smile. “Just you.”

“I’ll see you guys later. Have a good night, I love you, Firefly.” Bas runs his hand down my back and I shiver. He kisses my check before stepping away.

“I love you, too, Bas.” My cheeks are on fire as I watch him leave but I think maybe I could get used to all the PDA if it means feeling this elation that fills me anytime I’m close to any of my mates.

When Bas is almost out of sight, Lucas clears his throat, snapping my attention back to him. “You ready, Moonbeam?”

Damn. He caught me checking out my other mate again.

And still, he’s not mad.

“I’m ready.” I smile and take his hand, leading the way as he quietly chuckles following beside me.

There’s not many people out, so I stop when we get to the Unity Fountain. This should be private enough, to give him his gift. I sit down, Lucas sitting beside me with a bemused smirk.

“What’s up, Moonbeam? This isn’t your dorm.”

“Really?” I gasp, looking around with wide eyes.

“Are you finally going to tell me what you’ve been hiding all day?” His grin widens and I roll my eyes.

“I wanted to give you something for your birthday-” I start.

“Moonbeam, you gave me everything I could have wanted last night and this morning. I don’t need anything else. Just you.”

Swoon.

Why is he so freaking sweet?

“That may be but still… I got you something.” I pass him the bag, chewing on my bottom lip as he takes it.

What if he hates it?

What if he doesn’t get the significance?

“It’s not much but I thought…”

Ignoring me and my rambling, he pulls out the dog tags and I hold my breath as he inspects them. His lips twitch in a smile and when he flips them over, it completely takes over his face.

“I love it,” he says. “We’ll have to get you a chain for yours.”

“Mine?”

“I don’t need two tags. I want you to have one. We’ll have matching necklaces. It’ll be cute.” He winks at me. “I’ll hold on to yours until we get you a chain.”

“Okay,” I agree with a laugh, shaking my head.

“You’re not alone, either. I think the dog tag will be a nice constant reminder for you.” He cups my cheek and leans in, brushing his lips against mine in a barely there kiss.

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