Toronto Blue Jays Imagines

Bo Bichette - Plus One (Forbidden Fruit pt2)

A/N: I realized when getting ready to post this part here that I had never actually posted the first part lmao. Whoops. Again, the reader is GN Y/N Springer! This part is a lil spicy, but nothing graphic happens.

It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim lighting in Roger's Centre. When they did, you took in the setup: tables upon tables spread out on the turf, a DJ booth sat near the home plate along with a mini stage and microphone, and blue lights illuminated the park. Countless people were there, all dressed in suits and dresses.

You were there with your brother and his wife. Technically, Charlise was George's plus one, but you tagged along anyway. Of course, you wanted to go because it was a for a good cause: the Curve Ball Gala was raising money for the Jays Care program. But selfishly, you were also hoping you'd run into Bo there.

You've been in Toronto for a few months now and you and Bo have been... developing chemistry. You shared looks, laughed with one another at jokes that weren't even funny, spent your free time together, texted constantly when he was out of town, and shared some butterfly-inducing touches. It was all innocent, you kept telling yourself. Nothing had happened other than the occasional brush of the fingers against the others' body, or a cheeky wink from across the room, or slightly suggestive text messages when one was a little drunk or just too tired to think straight. But nothing had happened.

You still had your reservations about Bo being your brother's teammate and friend, and you knew Bo felt the same way.

But that didn't stop either of you from teasing and flirting with the other when in private.

"Well, well, if it isn't the Springers!" Alek called from a few feet away. His girlfriend, Marielena, stood by his side, arm looped through his.

"Hey man," George greeted, smiling at his teammate. He patted Alek's chest. "You clean up good."

Alek laughed and slung his arm over George's shoulders. "You, too."

You stood off to the side as the four of them chatted—George with Alek and Charlise with Marielena. You looked around, admiring the decorations. You also admired how many people had shown up. It warmed your heart and made you hopeful that a lot of money would be raised tonight.

"You look amazing," a soft voice said from behind you.

You turned your head and met the eyes of Bo. You smiled sheepishly. "Oh, this old thing?" you mused.

Bo smiled earnestly. "Really, you look great tonight."

You tilted your head to the side as you angled your body closer to his. "So I don't look great all the time?"

Bo's smile faltered. "Uh—no, I just meant—"

You giggled at him getting flustered. "I'm teasing. Thank you. You also look great."

The smile returned. "Thank you."

"It's a great turnout," you said, breaking eye contact before your knees turned to jelly.

"Yeah," Bo agreed. "I'm glad you could make it."

"Wouldn't miss it," you said.

"Do you want a drink?" Bo asked.

You smiled. "Sure."

You followed him to the small bar and Bo ordered two drinks. Somehow, he'd already memorized your preferred drink. You weren't sure whether to be flattered or concerned.

"Thanks." You accepted the glass from him and smiled.

Bo nodded and took a sip of his drink. "How have you been? I feel like we haven't see much of you the last few weeks."