“You got moved up to Double-A?” I asked, just to clarify.
“Double-A,” he said before kissing me hard. “Now, where were we?”
He tossed the blanket covering me to the floor, and we celebrated.
We celebrated five times.
And we would have made it six, but the neighbors knocked on our wall and begged for us to please stop. They said they needed their sleep.
Freaking Iowa.
Hope our Texas neighbors didn’t plan on getting any sleep.
THE END