Catching Feelings : An Enemies to Lovers baseball romance by Maren Moore

Author:Maren Moore [Moore, Maren]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-22T00:00:00+00:00

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More Than Flowers

It feels weird to be spending the weekend back home, and I think it’s because the apartment no longer feels like my home.

Reese’s house feels like home now.

And that terrifies me down to my bones.

It was only supposed to be a means to an end, a solution to a problem I never expected to have. But I feel so comfortable there. I feel at ease, like myself again. That scares me. It makes me feel like maybe the walls I’ve built up so carefully to keep him out are beginning to crumble as if they’re made of something so incredibly brittle.

I’ve been at my mom’s since Friday, after Reese insisted on dropping me off because he didn’t trust my car to go so far without being looked at by a mechanic. Of course, I told him that he was insane and didn’t need to drive me over two hours each way, but he claimed he was going to be out this way.

Highly doubtful, but at least this time, he didn’t try to throw money at fixing my car and looked genuinely worried, so I let him drive me.

And now, after two days, I’m itching for the solace of my own space and the familiarity of my home at his house.

The nagging voice in the back of my head asks, Or is it Reese I’m missing?

I tamp down the thought and force myself back to the present because I’m not even going to try and unpack that right now.

“Mom, I think there’s legitimately something growing in here,” I mutter, raising my shirt to cover my nose like it will somehow lessen the stench radiating from inside the fridge.

I glance over at her sitting at the bar, picking at a piece of laminate that’s started to peel from the countertop. She looks even smaller than the last time I saw her, which was just a couple of weeks ago, and it makes my stomach feel heavy with worry.

I feel like I live in a constant state of anxiety and stress lately. Except for those few stolen moments with Reese.

“I don’t even smell it,” she says, and my eyebrow arches in surprise.

“God, it’s rank.” I slam the door shut and walk over to the cabinet where we keep cleaning supplies and start searching for a pair of gloves. Maybe some goggles?

I’m going to need five showers after this. After rifling through bottles for a minute, I finally find a pair of latex gloves shoved to the very back.

Thank god.

“I was thinking, maybe we could go for a walk this afternoon?” I say, turning back to face Mom, now armed with the proper gear to take on cleaning out the fridge.

Her shoulder dips. “Maybe later? I’m not really feeling like getting out right now.”

My lips fall into a frown, but I nod. I have to get her out of this house, get her out in the fresh air and some sunshine on her face.

“Okay, later, then. Before I leave.”

Emotion flickers on her face, and the gnawing feeling in my gut returns, an almost permanent feeling at this point.

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