𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ★ ʏᴀɴᴋᴇᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs
𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 !
❝ how can you not be
romantic about baseball? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 lottie's bored and hopes
that an imagine book exclusively about
yankees will motivate...
𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐏𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 having an amazing day. He was on the road with his girlfriend, Y/N, after taking her out to dinner to celebrate a 10-1 Yankee victory over their all time rivals, the Boston Red Sox. He'd gone 4-4 earlier that day with two doubles, a triple, and a home run, earning him player of the game. After that, Y/N insisted on going to his favorite restaurant in the city.
It was a perfect night, until it wasn't.
"I don't think I can eat ever again," Y/N groaned as she settled into the passenger seat of Anthony's car. "Like, ever again."
"That's what you get for eating three slices of cheesecake," Anthony teased, turning the key in the ignition.
"Shut up, it was so good," she grumbled, leaning her head against the window.
He chuckled and pulled out of the parking lot, heading back towards their apartment. It was a beautiful night, the full moon illuminating the dark streets and the stars shining brightly in the sky.
She reached over and turned the radio on, flipping through the channels before deciding to just turn it off. She curled her legs up underneath her, resting her head on his shoulder as they drove.
""Hey, don't go to sleep yet," Anthony said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye. "I'm not carrying you inside." He was just kidding, though, and they both knew it.
"You act as if you haven't done it before," she shot back, smiling. "And I'm not sleeping. I'm just resting my eyes."
"Mhm," he hummed. He turned his attention back to the road, his eyes focused on the traffic in front of him.
She shifted a little, her dress sliding up slightly and exposing her thigh. He let his hand wander over to rest on her bare skin, his thumb gently caressing the soft flesh. She smacked his hand away, muttering something about how she was trying to sleep. He just laughed and continued driving, his hand staying on her thigh.
"Perv," she mumbled, snuggling closer to him.
"I love you too," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. They drove in silence for a while, listening to the sounds of the city around them. Eventually, they pulled up to a red light, and he turned his head to look at her. She was sound asleep, her head resting on his shoulder and her hair falling over her face. He brushed the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The light turned green, and he reluctantly tore his gaze from her and returned his attention to the road.
