Malone
Playoffs
“Hit me a homer, Savage," I tell my husband as he goes to leave the penthouse.
He turns around, offering me a smile as he walks back across the sleek floor to me. Since our argument a few weeks ago, we've made it a point to be nicer to one another, to try and understand what the other person is going through, and just to honestly be the spouse we should be. Seems so easy, but when you're thinking of nothing but yourself, it's actually really hard.
“I'll hit you more than one, baby." He cups my jawline, pulling me in for a kiss.
For a few minutes, I allow myself to indulge in the taste of him. Letting the two of us get lost in the heat of a kiss we've perfected over the last year.
“Hit me enough to take home this win and put us in the World Series." I grab hold of
