Elizabeth is back in Indiana for her ten year high school reunion. She moved to New Mexico shortly after graduating and hadn’t seen her friends since. But while catching up, she runs into someone from her past ... literally.
Her ex-girlfriend, Veronica.
After their bad break-up and Elizabeth moving away, Veronica focused on following her dream of becoming a photographer. When she runs into Elizabeth, neither of them can deny the sparks. Will they act on them or push them aside?
The following week, I couldn’t stop thinking about our upcoming game. Luckily it was another home game. I didn’t know why I was obsessing about seeing her again. Sure, we went to the same school, but we were never able to see each other during school hours. Weekends were my only option. I also didn’t know why I was obsessing about her. Sure, she was smoking hot, but I had never really thought of her in the way I did the weekend before.
When Friday came around, I was happy to see that she was in the bleachers next to Lindsay when I arrived. She was wearing a thick black sweater and jeans -- looking amazing, as always. I casually sat next to her and she smiled at me, continuing her conversation with our friends. She shifted slightly to where she was closer to me. Had she been thinking about this night all week, too?
I studied her face but couldn’t get a read on her.
“Hi,” she simply said to me once her conversation was done.
“Hi.” I couldn’t help the grin on my face. I had missed this small, weird thing we had going on.
“You missed a lot,” she said and pointed at the scoreboard. Nil-Nil.
“Oh man, I bet it’s been a nail biter, huh?”
“Uh-huh. Very stressful.” She had a serious look on her face, but I could see a smirk pulling at her lips.
I don’t know how it happened, but soon we were sitting so close that her leg was glued to me, and her boot-covered foot was on top of mine. I remember thinking that it was so intimate, and also thinking that I was silly for thinking that.
“It’s so cold, I should have brought a jacket.” She had her arms crossed, keeping herself warm.
“Here, take my jacket.” I instinctively peeled off my jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders. She started to protest, which I shushed her for. Her bright smile turned me to mush. My hands lingered a little too long on her arms, which I apologized for. It was then her turn to shush me.
“Hey, do you wanna go get a Slushee with me at the concessions?”
I nodded, and our friends placed their orders with us.
We squeezed by the drunken students, parents, and people we had never seen before. She went to the left, which was the opposite way of the stands. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the narrow pathway between two rows of bleachers.
“What the heck are we doing?” I laughed a little, thinking she was disoriented.
“Shut up,” she said breathily, spinning around to face me. Her hands were soon on each side of my face and she pulled me into her. Her lips were softer and tasted sweeter than I could have ever imagined. We kissed hungrily for what seemed like hours, but I know that I am exaggerating. Her body pressed mine against the cold steel and my hands roamed all over her back, clinging to her.
We only separated whenever a loud whistle came from the field, jarring us back to reality. We stood there, foreheads pressed together, panting and staring into each other’s eyes.
