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Baseball season is in full SWING so I thought you might enjoy a teaser from Lincoln Landry’s story, Swing 😉
“What?” I ask. “What did I say?”
Her head shakes from side to side. “Nothing.”
“Tell me the truth.”
After what feels like an eternity, she looks at me. “You are amazing. More amazing than I even imagined and that was a lot.”
A start of a smile slips on her lips. “I needed you today.”
She says it like those words say it all, like I should understand everything from the simple sentence. Furrowing my brow, I look at her.
“I’m glad,” I say cautiously. “You should need me. That’s what I’m here for.”
“It’s not.” She climbs out of my bed, messing with her long, dark locks. “Things between us have been fun. Great, actually. But today when you walked into my office, I can’t even tell you the relief I felt.”
“I’m sorry,” I say, scrubbing my hands down my face. “How is that a bad thing?” I follow her into the living room where she slides on her shoes.
“Me needing you like I did today is another step into something I’m not sure I can handle,” she says, straightening up and facing me. “We are fun, Landry. This thing between us, whatever it is, has made me so happy.”
“Me too,” I say, feeling a little seed of unease settle in my gut.
“But it’s a short-term thing. You are going to head into the preseason soon and then you’ll be off for two hundred games.”
I don’t know what to say to this, so I say nothing and hope she clarifies.
“I told you before I don’t want to be a baseball girlfriend. I won’t, as a matter of fact,” she says, pulling her gaze from me. “I somehow convinced myself I could keep it light between us and enjoy it for what it was and let you go when the time came. But I’m in too far.”
“There’s no measuring stick to what’s too far,” I say, reaching for her. My heart plummets when she starts to retreat. “What are you doing, Dani?”
“I think I need to take a little step back, Lincoln. For my sanity.”
“What are you talking about?”
She won’t look at me and I swear I must have misheard her. There’s no fucking way she just said that to me. I bounce back and forth from being confused, to pissed, to what might just be hurt. “I’m sorry, what did you just say?”
“You heard me,” she whispers.