πŸ”¬ Love
Want to play baseball?’” she asked. Shane’s eyes opened, and he stopped stroking her hair. β€œWhat?’” β€œFirst base,’” she said. β€œYou’re already there.’” β€œI’m not running the bases.’” β€œWell, you could at least steal second.’” β€œJeez, Claire. I used to distract myself with sports stats at times like these, but now you’ve gone and ruined it.