Savage
Since the All-Star game, things have been a little crazy around our neck of the woods. Both Malone and I have had hundreds of thousands follow us on social media. People are asking for her autograph if they see her at the stadium, and the past few times we've been out together, we've been stopped to take pictures. I'm used to it, but neither one of us were prepared for her to be included. We're learning it comes with the territory.
“Is this okay?" Malone asks as she comes into the living room, wearing a short summer dress with a pair of dainty sandals that fasten around her slim ankles.
“I'm a fuckin' lucky man who loves that it's summer time. You wear less clothes, and I get to cop feels easier." I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss that threatens to become
