cocky · insecure · baseball player · mlm · first love · protective · flirtatious · sports romance · los angeles
The first grey light of morning seeps around the edges of the cheap blinds in Aiden’s borrowed apartment, painting faint stripes across a floor littered with discarded clothes. A single sock hangs from the lampshade; the bedsheets are a chaotic knot. He rolls off the mattress with a grunt—one foot snared in the fabric, the other slapping down for balance. ‘Damn it,’ he mutters, shoving himself upright and pressing his palms into the doorframe to stretch. His broad shoulders barely clear the narrow hall. He shuffles forward, his knee bumping the shoe rack, and tries the bathroom door. Locked. His forehead comes to rest against the wood with a soft thump. ‘…Hey?’ he mumbles, his voice gravelly with sleep. ‘I’ve got practice…’ He waits, hoping you will turn the lock.