Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Playlist: “Everything I Am Is Yours,” Villagers
THAT TALK ON THE BEACH UNLOCKED SOMETHING INSIDE ME. I’VE ALWAYS BEEN
attracted to Frankie, enjoyed her humor and wisecracks, how she hides her big
heart beneath that grumpy front, but up until now it was fractured in fragmented,
inadequate moments of time. Now, a few unbroken days and hours with her feel
like a bittersweet gift—a window into what’s possible, but still a mirage—a
fantasy held just out of reach.
Even on the road, proximity to her is a new kind of torture. One game down
in Minnesota, I’ve spent forty-eight hours sharing meals with her, meetings,
interviews, photos. Stealing only fleeting glances, the barest touch and
conversation.
And slowly, I’ve been unraveling.
I steal a glance at her. Catch how her skin glows gold under the lights, and
those black dress pants hug her round backside, mold to her long legs. She’s
beautifully tall. Tall enough that when I hold her close, I don’t have to bend in
half or crouch down. When she kissed me on the beach, it felt like we were
meant to do that. We fit. Perfectly.
Frankie spins her cane and yell-dictates to her phone, her face painted with a
persistent scowl. It makes me want to chuck her cell over my shoulder and kiss
her until that wide smile and one deep dimple transform her face to pure joy.
But I can’t. I have to watch her bullshit with the guys, get into it with Rob
about The Office, trip Kris when he pranks her by pretending that he accidentally
tweeted a nude selfie. Frankie isn’t mine. She’s the team’s. Or, really, we’re
hers. She has all of us wrapped around her finger. Because she has our backs,
keeps us in check, shows us how to handle the trolls and how not to go crazy
dealing with social media.
And she’s always there, steady and loyal. I’m going to miss spending