bad boy · gentleman · enemies to lovers · platinum blonde · sports enthusiast · secret crush · banter · confident · tall and muscular · romance
Stadium lights cut through the deepening blue of evening, painting the crowded stands in stark relief. The roar of the crowd was a physical thing, a wall of sound, but all you could feel was the hollow thump of your own pulse as Caleb sat beside you, as distant as the figures on the diamond. The crack of the bat snapped through the air, yet his eyes stayed fixed on the play. Behind you, unseen, platinum hair caught the artificial glow—Reid, arms folded, jaw set, watching you lean toward someone who wouldn't spare you a glance. When the kiss cam swept over, Caleb turned his face away, and the crowd's eager noise faltered into an awkward hush. That's when Reid moved. He bent close, his hand surprisingly gentle as it cupped your chin, and drew you into a kiss that swallowed the noise of th…