The Pitcher's Act

25

OLIVIA

Colby Jones is taking me on a date. An actual date. One thing he has never done for any other girl.

It took me hours to choose an outfit. It was officially cold in North Carolina as fall began to fade into winter. I wore a pair of brown corduroy flare jeans, a white cropped tank, and a cream corduroy jacket. I wore my worn-out Air Force Ones and left my hair straightened.

All that was left was for him to show up to my apartment. He said he'd pick me up at my door even though we live next door to each other. I tried not to peek into his bedroom window when I was getting ready. I failed. I saw him change from his practice gear and go to take a shower. I hope he doesn't mind that I watch him sometimes. I can't help it.

I sit on the living room couch by myself as I wait for him, the anxiety almost eating me alive. I hate waiting for people, especially when it's Colby Jones.

The moment a knock hits the door, I am out of my seat and throwing the door open with a grin on my face. Colby stands there, looking handsome as ever, with a small bouquet of sunflowers. I gasp, "Colby! These are so beautiful." He hands them to me, and i pull him in a hug. "Thank you."

I go back inside the apartment to put them in a vase. "You look hot," he says as I feel his eyes wander my body from behind. "Jayden said I should bring you flowers because that's what men do."

"Jayden is a smart man," I say, putting the flowers in a vase full of water.

I set them on the kitchen counter and admire them before actually looking at Colby. I guess my eyes haven't let me look at him because I'm nervous. He wears a white shirt, a flannel on top, and a pair of black jeans. His curly blonde hair still looked wet. He looks so damned sexy. "You look hot."

He smirked, grabbed my hand, and claimed my lips. He stares down at me when he pulls away. "You ready?"

"Yes."

"Are you supposed to feel nervous on dates?"

I laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door. I stop to grab my purse that I flung on the couch, waiting for him. "When someone has never been on a date, they may feel nervous." I step in front of him, my fingers grabbing onto the sides of his flannel, "Or do I make you nervous?"

He wets his lips with his tongue, "You definitely make me nervous, Angel. I'm practically sweating."

"Good."

His hand reaches around and lands on my back and he leans in to whisper, "You better get me out of here before I eat you for dinner. We both know how much I love how you taste."

My face reddens and I suck in my bottom lip at the thought of us skipping dinner and just staying here. I let go of his shirt and reach for the door. He follows me down to a truck parked outside. I assume it's his. It was a blacked out Ford F-150 that screamed Colby's name. "I can't believe I've never even seen you drive before."

"Yeah we don't get out much, do we?"

He walks towards the truck, opening the passenger door for me. "Thank you," I tell him, sliding into the seat.

There is so much I don't know about this man. I hadn't ever thought about asking what car he drives. If he has any siblings. I only know where he's from because of the school posting it on his baseball biography.

I feel even more nervous as he slides into the drivers seat, roaring the truck to life. "Where are we eating?" I ask, trying to make conversation.

He shrugs, "I don't know. Where do you want to eat?"