I will begin this post by
asking forgiveness for my absence. I know I have been gone for
a bit. But in that time I have been working on a few things. So as an
offering to appease you my darling
reader and the Muse, here is a bit of what I have been working on. I hope
you enjoy a story with tall, dark and Latino hero...oh, and a baseball player
too.
Here is an excerpt from "The Second
Inning."
"Why did you come?” he asked.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked
softly.
His
response was a tilt of his head, as he rested his chin on the top of his
childhood baseball bat which he held between his legs. The light from the
afternoon sun cut across the room, lighting him along his right side. His pose
had an almost childlike quality, but the mass of muscle and strength in his
build and the look of heartache etched across his face belied any pretense of
youth. He wore a crisp white ribbed tank and cotton shorts and to me, he
was a vision of perfection. His months at the training camp had enhanced his
tan and together with the glow of setting sun coming through the open window
illuminating his hazel eyes, gave him a gilded quality that took my breath
away.
I’d dreamt of nothing but him since I’d walked out of this apartment three
months ago, when I swore to myself that I’d done it to help him not feel any
obligation to me. I wasn’t going to be the thing that held him back. But I knew
now as I stood before him, I’d done it to protect myself because I was
helplessly and desperately in love with him. The idea of him saying he was
leaving me was too much for me to bear, so I beat him to it. I hoped my poker
face would hold, because if he told me to go I would shatter where I stood. His
eyes traveled the length of my body and I leaned back against the door unsure
if my legs would hold me. I let out a shaky breath that I'd been holding.
"Nate I…”
“Come here.”
His voice was deep, low and filled with hurt. I wanted to run to him, but
instead I unzipped my jacket and dropped it on the floor near my gym bag by the
door. It left me in a hot pink sports bra and spandex shorts. I walked slowly
over until I stood before him. He closed his eyes for a moment. He
turned his eyes up to me, the barest hint of a tear in the corner of his eye.
He slid his beloved bat his chair and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling
me close and hiding his face in my abdomen. I buried my hands in his hair and
held him close as my breath caught.
Stay tuned for more... Vita
