“I’m an idiot,” she sighed, her eyes soft and sparkly.
And then she kissed me again.
This time, I leaned up and wrapped my arms around her. Our hips pressed against each other, her fingers knotting in my short hair at the base of my head.
The heat between us was something else. Waves of need rippled through me, a hunger for something more taking over.
God, I wanted her. I wanted her so damn bad.
This time, when she drew back, she pressed her forehead to mine.
“You're nothing but trouble, Sky,” she whispered.
“Hopefully the good kind,” I croaked.
She chuckled, and then kissed my cheek. We stood like that for a few seconds. I was in awe of her.
“Pris . . .” I whispered. “What are we doing?”
She shook her head. “Don’t know yet, honestly. Don't you need to go get some work done? Some of your storm stuff?”
The subject change was a little jarring. I blew out a breath. “Well, Beau and I kind of left it on a note that I could work in the office tomorrow. I also may have suggested that we see each other tonight . . . But I won't do that if there's something between the two of you. I think you should talk.”
“I don't know. I’ll think about it. Would you have a problem if we were together? Even though that'll never happen.”
“No,” I said immediately. “No, it would make me happy if the two of you were.”
She shook her head, but she seemed less resistant to the idea of talking to him now.
“We’ll see,” she said. “For now, maybe take some time to yourself. Or go see if Boone and Winnie need help. Deal?”
I nodded. “Deal.”
9
priscilla
After Sky left,I stood in my room, trying to reason with myself. Sunlight poured in, warming the quilt on my bed. I set my hat to the side, spread out, and stared at the ceiling as my mind spiraled.
That kiss had been something else. That kiss had awakened a deep, deep longing inside of me, going against all the rules I'd set for myself. I told myself I wouldn't kiss them, I wouldn't pursue them. And yet, here I was doing the exact thing I said I wouldn't. It certainly didn't help that I'd spent time getting to know them this entire week. And because of it, I'd had more than a few sessions with myself to satiate the lust they had drawn up.
Why couldn't these things be easy? Why couldn't relationships always work out?
At the end of the day, underneath the strong exterior I built, I was still a hopeless romantic. I still yearned to be loved, to be wanted. I yearned to be taken care of. And after spending years with someone who never appreciated me the way I should've been, it’d been so much easier to lock my heart inside a bullpen than to pursue anyone who might make me happy.
Sky was changing that.
Change was scary.
But, aside from all of that, they were right. I needed to talk to Beau. We needed to figure out what this was going to be. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt our friendship.
I didn't want to hurt him, but I also felt the need to hit that man upside the head. What the hell was he thinking? What was he gonna do? I needed to know what the fuck we were going to do.
How would he feel about me also being interested in Sky?
I let out a long groan and sat up, smoothing my hands over my hair.
It was about damn time we figured this out.
