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Please take away my ability to speak.
He laughs. “Well, doyouwant to get laid?”
“No.”Yes!
An emotion surfaces in his eyes, but he blinks it away and then moves closer. “Stick with me then. I’ll make sure nobody gets to home plate, unless it’s me.”
“Nice of you.”
“I’m a really nice guy. Probably the nicest on the team.”
“Strangely, I kind of believe that.”
Before I know it, he’s leading me away from the bar. My shoulder is tucked perfectly between his armpit crook. By the way, I fitperfectlyin that spot. As if I was meant to snuggle in there. Collin and I were the same height. Maybe that’s where we went wrong. I should have known from the beginning. If you don’t fit inside the guy’s crook—not to be confused with crack—you’re not meant to be. Now don’t go putting any weight on this theory or think just because you don’t fit inside that spot with your significant other you’re destined for break up. I’m drunk, high, and speedballing, remember? Don’t listen to anything I say.
Taking in a breath, I smell his armpit and then pat his chest again. “I think I might like you, Cason Jarrett Reins.”
He squeezes my shoulder. “And I think you’re going to change your mind about getting laid tonight.”
Play ball, I guess.