Page 164 of Force Play
“Good,” is all he says. “That’s good.”
We’re silent now, eyes fixed on the rain that finally seems to be slowing down. We remain that way for a few minutes before I speak up again.
“She knows about me,” I say softly.
“You mean…”
“Yeah,” I nod. “She knows that I’m bisexual. I told her last week.”
“That’s fucking awesome, man,” Cole smiles as he turns to face me. “What did she say?”
“She was completely unbothered.” I shake my head in disbelief. “Lucia didn’t care at all. She said she was already starting to wonder, so my telling her was just confirmation.”
“I’m happy for you, Ari. Happy you found another person you’re comfortable sharing yourself with.”
“It felt great getting it off my chest,” I admit. “I feel like I’m not holding back anymore.”
“You know,” he says softly. “Even if you two are just friends, it’s been great to see you happy. It’s clear how much you like spending time with her.”
“I do.”
“What are you two still doing out here?” Cole and I both turn around as Lucia walks into the dugout with us. In yetanotherfucking jersey.
“Enjoying the rain,” Cole shrugs.
“Which of these fuckers’ jerseys are you wearing this time, Luc?”
The look on her face is nothing but pure mischief. “This fucker’s.”
Lucia turns around and brushes her hair over her shoulder, and I stare at her wide-eyed.
Morgan. 22.
My jersey.
Lucia is wearingmyfucking jersey right now.
After months of her wearing my friends’ jerseys to annoy me, I don’t think I can form words to describe the way this makes me feel.
Cole throws his head back and laughs. “Gotta agree with you, Luc. Ari’s definitely a fucker.”
I smack him with my hat. “Get outta here, Pierce.”
He exits the dugout and heads to the clubhouse, laughing the entire way.
Now, I’m alone with Lucia in an empty dugout.
“You’re wearing my jersey,” I choke out.
Lucia steps closer to me, smiling sweetly as she does. “I am. Think this jersey might actually be my favorite one.”
The rain slows down more, and I know I should get back to the clubhouse with the rest of the team, but I can’t stop staring at Lucia.
She’s standing in front of me, wearingmyname andmynumber.
I’ve spent the night with both men and women who wore my jersey, but it never looked the way it does on her.
My breathing quickens, and my heart beats wildly as Lucia glances around to make sure we’re alone before giving me a soft kiss.
