Page 60 of Split You Open

“Since we’re talking about space, I haven’t noticed any space on any of the flat surfaces in this house,” she muses. “Your parents filled this whole house with love. From the trinkets to the pictures, to the books and everything in between—everything was clearly chosen with care to display.”

My heart hurts with how swiftly it swells in size.

“Are you okay?” she asks, softly.

I nod while my throat squeezes shut. “Ah, yeah. I’m good.”

Blair wraps her arms around my waist. She might’ve been upset earlier with me about the whole Ledger situation but right now she’s managed to put that all aside. I hug her back and kiss the top of her head.

“C’mon, let’s go check out my room,” I offer.

Blair takes my hand and I drag her from the room and down the hallway, passing guest bedrooms along the way.

When we get to mine, I push open the door and Blair gasps.

“Santi, look at all the posters of baseball players all over your wall!” She brushes past me to look at all of them. “Are they your favorite players?”

“Ah, no, not exactly—though that’s what I told my parents so they wouldn’t be weirded out,” I admit with a chuckle as I lean against my dresser. “They’re who I had crushes on at the time. Some of these guys were around well before I was even born but,” I shrug. “A hot body is a hot body. I had to get a poster of them at their best to really appreciate all they had to offer to the sport.”

Blair whips around to give me a shit-eating grin. “Don’t tell me you plastered these on your wall to masturbate to?”

“Why else would people put posters on their wall?”

“And ceiling,” she adds coyly as she points to the three just over my bed. “God, I’m almost intimidated by your crushes. I really don’t fit your type at all.”

I laugh. “You have no reason to be intimidated—you blow them all out of the water.”

“Hm… You said you still have your baseball uniform, right? I could try it on to see if maybe⁠—”

My gasp of delight cuts her off. Straightening, I ask, “You want to wear my uniform?”

Blair studies my expression, her eyes darkening with desire. “Yeah, Santi, I’ll wear it. Grab it for me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I push off my dresser and make my way over to the closet. Quickly, I search for my old uniform. It takes me only seconds to find it but in that time I’ve grown so fucking hard that I’m feeling a little lightheaded. I yank it off the hanger and turn around to hand it to Blair. For whatever reason, I thought she would be standing behind me waiting to take the uniform from me.

That’s not the case.

She’s naked and laying on my bed, stretched out like I’m about to draw her or some shit. Blair’s salacious grin that stretches across her face nearly makes me swoon. Holy shit, is it possible that she got hotter since she’s been away? I don’t know how that’s possible, but it certainly feels like it as I drink in the sight of her lithe body laying on top of my comforter.

“Give it to me,” she says, reaching out with one hand for it.

The uniform is tossed away and forgotten instantly.

With a running start, I’m airborne as I leap across the spacing—lunging for her. Blair’s squeal of surprise turns into a tinkling of laughter as I land on her, catching myself on the bed before I crush her.

“If you think I’m going to let you play out a fantasy while you’re already naked, you’re sorely mistaken,” I tell Blair before kissing her deeply.

Blair groans, the sound hungry and desperate. Our tongues collide, refamiliarizing one another after such a long time apart. Her hands tug at my shirt, wordlessly demanding I remove it. I oblige happily. I kick off my pants and boxers next—you know, just in case she wants those gone as well.

Our lips crash together again the minute I’m undressed.

It’s sloppy.

Rough.

And full of desperation.

It’s an echo of what we’re both feeling—I’m sure of it.