Play Along: the new sports romance for 2024 with steam, fake dating and a Vegas wedding – from the TikTok sensation (Windy City Series)

was, and I caught you over here watching me, wifey.”

“I happened to look over there at that exact

white, beaded dress has the privilege of molding to every inch of her body before skimming the floor. It cuts in and wraps around her neck where she is holding the fabric together for me to secure.

She bursts this unpolished, un-Kennedy-like laugh, her smile I was hoping to see coming back to life.
“I can’t win with you sometimes,” she says before dropping her head to my shoulder and leaving it there.
There’s no denying it. I’m an absolute fool when it comes to this girl.

“Isaiah, I’m being serious. I think something is wrong with me.”
I adjust to face her. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with you and fuck him for making you think there is, Kennedy. No one has ever been warm to you, including that guy, so how would you know how to be anything different?”

We stay that way for an entire inning before Kennedy quietly asks, “Do you think I’m cold?” for only me to hear.
I could fucking kill him.

“I heard Saturdays are the hardest, so you just let me know if you need some help with that.”
I huff a laugh, but it’s a choked, watery laugh because this is insanely sweet of him to do, to think of me without begging him to.

words I’m Magical are even spelled out in sparkly silver and the chosen location was thanks to Travis.
“I’m magical? That may as well say ‘I’m good at sex,’ hanging over your bed like that.”

Kennedy’s set on leaving Chicago, and I know that when she goes, there won’t be a day I won’t be missing her. There won’t be a day I won’t think about her dimples that hide when she scowls at me or her crossword puzzles or the way she bites her bottom lip when she’s concentrating at work.

I guess we could do that. I hadn’t really planned on staying. I was just here to drop off your hat.”
I huff a laugh. “How someone could be so beautiful and so full of shit at the same time is astounding to me.”

And there’s absolutely no other reason you came over? Is there something you’re needing help with? A certain game you’d like to play tonight?”
She swallows, looking towards the elevator, but doesn’t move an inch. “I should go.”
“Then why aren’t you?”
A retort sticks in her throat, her brown eyes begging for me to make this easy for her. To ask her inside and not question her motives.
But I can’t. I want her to work for it. I need her to taste just a sample of the years of torture I’ve endured, wanting a woman I couldn’t have.
The difference is she can have me. She can have fucking all of me.
She only needs to ask.