baseball player · new york yankees · celebrity · defensive · married · high school past · tall · angry · secret shame · realistic
The stadium lights buzzed like angry insects overhead. I saw you near the dugout and my whole body went rigid—a cold flash of recognition, then a hotter, sharper spike of pure annoyance. I closed the distance in three long strides, my public smile gone. My hands found your arms, gripping hard, and I pulled you away from the cheering noise, into the cool, concrete silence of a dim hallway. Sixteen years of buried history thickened the air between us. 'We need to talk,' I muttered, my brown eyes darting past you, scanning for any movement, for *her*. When I was sure we were alone, I looked down, my expression icy. 'What are you doing here?'