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something.”
    I stopped walking and pulled her to me. I slipped my hand around her waist. “Hey. Listen to me.”
    She stared at my chest for a moment, then looked up at me.
    “You're the reason I do things,” I said. “Not the reason I don't. This isn't eighth grade anymore. We have to start making decisions like adults. I've kinda learned that the hard way, but I've learned it.”
    She turned her head and laid it against my chest. I wrapped both arms around her. “And thanks for saying all that. Really. I don't know what I want to do anymore. I'm not sure about school or baseball or anything. Except for you.” I paused. “I'm positive that I love you.”
    Her arms went around me and she hugged me tightly. “I love you, too. I just want you to be happy.”
    “I am happy.”
    She pulled back and looked up at me. “But baseball might make you more happy.”
    “Happier than being with you? No. Guaranteed.”
    “I meant in addition to me.”
    I laughed. “Oh. Right.”
    “I mean, me and baseball. That's just like winning the lottery.”
    “Just like.”
    “Without the money.”
    I pushed the hair away from her face. “I don't need the money. I just need you.”
    She smiled at me. “I need you, too. But just think about it, alright?”
    I started to roll my eyes, but she pinched my back. “Just think about it. It's a tryout.”
    “Abs, I don't have my gear, alright?” I said. “How the hell would I go play?”
    “Those are small details,” she said. “They could be solved if you decided you wanted to go play.”
    I wasn't so sure. She didn't understand and I didn't expect her to. But your glove and bat were like body parts. You couldn't just replace them at a moment's notice.
    “Okay,” I said.
    “Okay?” she said, her eyes getting bigger.
    “Okay, meaning I'll think about it,” I said. “But no promises. You're asking me to think about it. So I will.”
    She studied me for a long minute, probably trying to decide if I was telling her the truth or not.
    “Alright,” she finally said.
    I leaned downed and brushed her lips with mine, felt her hands tighten around my back, that same shock of excitement I got every time I kissed her rocketing through my body.
    “Do your parents go to bed early?” I murmured, my lips still touching hers.
    “Sometimes,” she murmured back. “I'm actually hoping they're passed out when we get back.”
    “Me, too,” I said. “Because I've got a lot of thinking to do.”
    She pinched my back again, harder this time ,and I yelped. She tried to wiggle free of my grasp but I kept her tight to my body.
    “Keep it up and all you'll be doing is thinking,” she said. “You'll have plenty of time.”
    I leaned down, held her tightly and found that little spot right behind her ear. She sighed and her body went slack against mine as I sucked gently on her skin. She leaned into me, her fingertips pressing into my back.
    “I think I'll have some time for other things, too,” I whispered in her ear.
    She made some non-committal sighing sound.
    “But if you just want me to do some thinking...”
    “No!” she growled. “No. I want you to do something else, too.”
    “Yeah. What's that?”
    She narrowed her eyes and I swear I could've dropped right there onto the pavement with her, oblivious to anyone and anything around us.
    “Me,” she said, then pulled me back toward the casita.

SEVEN
     
     
     
    Her parents were already in bed by the time we got back and we made the most of it. There was something about sneaking around in the bedroom, trying to be quiet as we had sex, that made it all the more exciting. We made sure to lock the door behind us, but it was like we were playing a game, trying to see which one of us could make the other make some noise loud enough to worry about. Abby devoured me and I'm pretty sure I lost the game, as she straddled me on top of the bed, her hands digging into my chest, her hips gyrating hard against me until I came so hard that I