“I think it’s called a run,” she corrects me.

I chuckle. “Sure.”

That makes her laugh as well. “Are you telling me that I might know more about sports than you?”

“Nah, I’m only kidding. I know all the sports. Go, balls.”

She laughs again, and the sound is so sweet to my ears. And considering when I first met her, it’s such a contrast. There was zero joy in her expression. Just worry, maybe a hint of depression. It was as if she was living under a dark cloud the entire time. But now—now it’s different. There’s joy in her eyes. There’s playfulness. She has no problem laughing and no problem getting lost in the day, in the hours, in the minutes…in the seconds.

“Well, I’m excited to cheer for the balls.”

“Because you like balls.”

Her eyes roll. “Your maturity is really showing.”

I press my hand to my chest. “Aw, thank you.”

She snags my Cracker Jack from me and then pops some in her mouth.

“You know, if you didn’t look so hot eating those, I’d steal them back. But I don’t know. Kind of enjoying the view, especially in that skirt.”

She glances down at her flirty white skirt and then back at me. “First time I’m wearing it.”

“Trust me, won’t be the last. Your legs look amazing in it.”

“Thank you,” she says as her cheeks stain. And I wonder if it will always be like that, if my compliments will always garner a cute, innocent reaction from her.

I sure as hell hope so.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, so I quickly take a look at it.

One minute and counting.

I slip my phone back in my pocket and then turn toward her. I take the Cracker Jack and offer her a drink.

Confused, she says, “Uh, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Drink up, Pips.”

She eyes me suspiciously. “What is going on with you?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe.”

She chuckles. “Okay, so tell me what’s going on.”

“Take five sips of your drink, and then I’ll show you.”

She eyes me for a few more seconds, probably trying to figure me out, but then she takes her sips and sets the drink down.

“Okay, tell me exactly what’s going on.”

Thankfully, it’s perfect timing, as the jumbotron flashes over a couple. They’re framed in a camera shot with Kiss Cam written at the bottom.

Smirking, I point to the jumbotron just as we both come on-screen.

When she takes in what’s going on, I grip her cheek, pull her in, and kiss her…wildly. I kiss her like no other kiss cam has ever seen.