Until we reached the concessions, Stefan reached his hand backward and without a second thought, I took it. It was easy to get separated in these crowds and there was nothing I wanted more than to stay near him.
Loading up with nachos, hot dogs, popcorn, peanuts, and a couple beers we made our way to the seats. I purposely selected the bleacher seats that were directly off the outfield. There wasn't an overload of people all the time and I was more than relieved. Not that it would have mattered honestly, all I saw was Stefan. That stunning smile, his sparkling eyes, and the way he looked in a pair of jeans and t-shirt. It had been a while since I had really looked at his body but for some reason today, I couldn't look away.
His biceps were big enough to stand out, but not too oversized that he looked fake. His forearms were tan, and toned with nothing but hard muscle underneath. My eyes wandered over his shirt as I tried to imagine what his pecks looked like, and if his stomach matched the rest of his body. The only way I could get myself to cool down from the thoughts of his body was by taking another sip of beer. Although, that only seemed to be making it worse.
Stefan's arm either wound around my waist or held my shoulders tight to his side. His hands found any excuse to touch me; holding my knee, pinching my thigh, and every other little thing he could. Not that it bothered me, I found myself doing the same thing. My hands always grabbed onto his arms, or brushed against his chest. It was addicting to graze my fingers against his body and each time it sparked a fire deep within.
At one point a pop fly headed directly toward our section but reached the very back row. Everyone ran to get it but we stayed in our seats, looking to each other laughing along with the rest.
The game ended and I could hardly remember the score. All I could recall was that it was already one of our best days. Walking back toward the car, Stefan stopped walking, squatted down an inch or so and let me hop on. My arms locked tightly around his chest, my chin settled against his shoulder as he squeezed my thighs the entire walk. A bittersweet mood hung over us as soon as we reached the Caddy. Saying goodbye to the perfect day was the last thing either of us wanted.
We sat silently for a few minutes in the car before he put the keys into the ignition. I sat with my hands in my lap, anxiously awaiting Stefan to start the car and bring me home. He looked my way and I cautiously looked over to meet his eyes.
"I'm starving."
I let out a nervous giggle. "Yeah, me too." My palms began to sweat and my heart raced as I watched him.
"What do you say we get something to eat?"
I shrugged, trying to hold back the explosion of happiness in my soul. "Sure, what'd you have in mind?"
His thoughtful expression transformed into a devilishly sexy grin. "Oh, I have the best idea."
"Spill it!"
"Let's stop at a store and get the fixings to make your favorite thing."
"What would that be?" I asked, suddenly clueless as to what that might be.
Stefan's face transformed to shock. "Don't tell me you have changed that much, Greyson Rose. I'm talking about homemade pizza with extra cheese, as much meat as we can get on there, and black olives."
"I haven't changed, that's still my favorite. I just haven't had it that way in a while." I wanted to completely avoid using Richard's name, and from the slow nod of Stefan's head, he understood.
"Which way is it being made now?"
"The crust is rolled out more, the sauce is organic and the veggies far outweigh the meats."
Stefan's face scrunched up with disgust. "Let me guess, there's no extra cheese is there?"
"Nope."
"Bonus points if I get this right, but I'll bet there is usually wine to go with it. Instead of the delicious combo of beer and pizza."
My face lit up with a laugh. "You got it."
"Well then, my bonus points will be redeemed now. And that means you can't say no to homemade pizza."
"I'm okay with that." I felt my eyelashes flutter flirtatiously.
"Good." Stefan's eyes scanned over my body, lingering a little longer upon the bare skin on my thighs. I should have smacked him for it, or told him to bring me home instead. What I shouldn't have done was like it.
"Now get over here." He opened his arm to me again, and half a second later I was next to him. That was the second thing I shouldn't have done, but there were no other options in my mind. Back in Stefan's arms was where I needed to be.
He drove off to a local market and during the drive his hand curled around my shoulder. My fingers moved tenderly in a pattern on his thigh. After a few moments I realized that it wasn't just any random pattern.