Spinning

Ginny sat in her private locker room trying to figure out what was going to happen next. She spent two nights in Coronado making love to her Manager! Her sex and nipples still sore from the multiple pleasureful assaults of Mike Lawson's lips, fingers and his throbbing masculine sex. She could still feel him inside her. Evidence of him still oozing out of her despite her long hot shower. She squirmed uncomfortably, but her heart swelled. 'I love you.' She recalled. She could remember the way it felt when he said it warm against her ear. The way he felt inside her when he spoke the words that changed her every priority in life. She hadn't said it back. The memories of his touch came in flashes invading her every sense from her smell, taste, sound, sight and touch. Her head tilted back as she indulged herself in the memory of them in the shower that very morning. Fuck! This is not going to be good. She could imagine what would happen if the word got out. The players would hate her. The media would explode. Mike would be fired. It can't get out, she told herself. That also means no more Mike. She hung her head low.

She heard a tap at her door. A moment later, Jordan slowly slid her door open. "Hey." He said as he entered. "Fun weekend?"

"Huh?" she asked guiltily.

"You never came back home. That Chatbook beach house must be worth it?"

"Oh. Yeah. It was. I just needed some time to clear my head."

"Oh yeah? With Lawson?" He said as he sat on the arm of the couch.

Ginny looked at him with wide eyes. He looked serious. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you know how much I love to surf. So, when you didn't answer my text when I asked how you were doing, I stopped by. I knew where it was. I saw the invite in the kitchen." Ginny stilled. "But when I got there…. I saw you on the balcony with Lawson."

Ginny felt panic. "Jordan I…."

"No. It's okay. I'm not going to say anything." He looked sincere.

Instantly Ginny felt the need to explain herself. To convince him that she was not less than. "Jordan. I'm a ball player first.."

"Ginny. I know. I will never judge you like those minor league assholes."

Ginny sighed. "Thanks."

"It's just," he exhaled, "I have to admit, It really hurt me. "

"Why…?" She asked suspiciously.

Jordan stood up and took position directly in front of Ginny. With his eyes piercing hers, he declared. "Because, I have feelings for you too. But I respected your no ball player rules. I would have waited. I would have waited 20 years if I had to. Because I respect you." He emphasized. "I was waiting. But if you can fall for a ball player, and this is no longer the rule I remember you describing to me over and over, I just need you to know, there is something more than teammates between you and me. I just may have been standing in line since we were 16."

All the air Ginny had inside her had vanished. Her heart was beating too fast. Jordan… was her best friend. And he had just uttered the very thing she hated most from ball players. The infamous 'If you can date so and so, how about me,' line.

"Alright, alright, listen up!" Mike called from the locker room.

Jordan and Ginny gave one last look at each other before stepping out of her private locker. Mike stared at them as they came out of her locker room and he didn't look thrilled to see them coming out together. Collins lifted his chin up toward Mike as if to say, 'What of it.'

Mike looked irritated but still began his speech to the team. All Ginny could do was stare down to the floor. Her heart was breaking. Jordan knew. And she felt like she was losing her best friend after what he just revealed. She could barely breathe.

In the bullpen for warm-ups Ginny was pitching just as horrible as she felt. After her fifth pitch in the dirt Mike called out.

"Collins!"

"Yes Coach."

"Take a lap."

Collins looked at Ginny who was standing staring at the ground before her feet. Reluctantly, he started to run. "Yes Coach."

Lawson walked over to Ginny as she continued to bow her head.

"Ginny?"

She looked up to meet his eyes. She lost all control. Her body wracked with an onslaught of sobs and tears.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. What's going on?" She cried into his shoulder. He looked around awkwardly to see if anyone else was watching. He escorted her into a nearby hallway. "Ginny." He placed his hands on her shoulders. "What is it? Is it because of us? I'm sorry. Hey. I know I shouldn't have…"

"No. I'm ok. Everything is okay." She wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her under shirt.

"Well then why…?"

"Nothing. I just. I just need a moment."

"Okay. Um. I don't know what to do Ginny. Tell me what to do."

"It's okay. I just need to stand here for a minute."

"Ok. I'll stand with you."

"Ok."

"Ok." Ginny leaned against his shoulder as she let out soft sobs into her shirt. Mike rested his head over hers.