Catch and Cradle: An FF Sports Romance

I don’t want to hide her away and kiss her in corners anymore. I want the real thing

“Hope,” she says, her voice heavy with intention, “I promise I’m going to fix things so I can kiss you whenever I want. I need that so bad.”

, if they’re gonna date, I just hope they come out with it. I don’t care if people on the team date. I just care if they turn it into this big secretive, dramatic thing, you know?

I want to grab her hand and place it over my heart and tell her she’s already got a piece of it, no matter how crazy that sounds.

“Do you still want to kiss me?” I whisper.
She nods. Her bottom lip has dropped open, and her gaze is pinned to my mouth.
“So kiss me, Becca.”

I’d come down and...fuck, Hope, I’d kiss you again. I can’t stop thinking about kissing you again.”

We’re losing our chance. I don’t know how I know it, but I do.

I’m better with her. What about this could possibly be wrong?

“Oh really? In first year, I didn’t even think you knew my name.”

“I always knew your name.”

I just want to keep being near you.