Sammy's POV:

The moment was so perfect, as he began to slowly pull back, never breaking eye contact. Brushing his fingertips slowly across my cheek as he leaned back, he complied with the honking requests of the drivers around us as he continued to drive.

"Buster was right," he commented idly in the comfortable silence following our confession.

"About what?" I tilted my head slightly in confusion. Timmy looked over at me, and grinned before turning back to the road.

"We were talking before the game. He said that I'd know when the right time to say it would be, and that you loved me, too."

I blushed, looking down at our still joined hands, laying on the divider. I was that obvious, huh? "You guys were talking about me?"

"Yeah," the all-star pitcher looked slightly abashed. "I was scared to death. I thought that I had finally, finally, fallen in love - but with somebody who didn't, couldn't, love me back."

I stared at him in shock. "How could I not love you? Seriously, just ask any female Giants fan, of any age, and they'd give you a list of reasons why they'd kill to date you, hell, even just to talk to you. I was one of them, and honestly, still am."

He shook his head. "And I didn't even know you existed until about two weeks ago." I grinned, before he spoke again.

"But seriously. Any age?"

"I once saw on your Facebook page some 50-odd years woman, who said she wished she was younger so she could chase after you." I laughed aloud at his disgusted face.

"Okay, that's just creepy."

"Well, when I'm fifty, I plan to be every bit as crazy about you." I winced at the words leaving my mouth. Shit. He wasn't ready for that commitment!

Thankfully, he only smiled, and raised our joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of my hand.

"Honestly, Sammy, I don't see how I can NOT be as crazy about you as I am right now when I'm seventy." I smiled even as my heart cooed in pleasure. Awhh, what a sweetheart.

"You're so sweet, Timmy," I whispered. He smiled.

"As are you, love." I smiled in the warm, love-filled silence for a moment.

"Where are we going, anyway?"

"Someplace special in San Francisco. There's something I want to show you." I raised my eyebrow. So, okay, that was mysterious. I shrugged it off; I trusted Timmy with everything I had.

We walked into the restaurant, and I gasped aloud. It was one of those fancy places, where you dined by candlelight and the waiters addressed you as "sir" and "madam". Timmy looked at me, eyes soft, and smiled, wrapping an arm around my waist. I curled slightly into his touch.

"Two tonight, sir and madam?" Tim nodded, and the formally dressed waiter gave a bow before thoughtfully leading us to a quiet area in the back of the restaurant.

"This would be satisfactory, I hope?" We both nodded, and slid into the booths. The table in front of us had a pristine white cloth draped over it, and on our plates stood pink cloth napkins, extraordinarily folded.

"I feel underdressed," I murmured, looking anxiously at the other women sitting on bar stools, one in a gorgeous dark blue cocktail dress. I was sitting abashedly in my sweats, with my hair in a messy bun.

He smiled. "You look beautiful to me," he murmured, before sliding out of his side of the booth, and instead taking a spot beside me. Leaning down, he whispered in my ear.

"Tell me about yourself." He pressed his lips to my throat, causing me to hum in pleasure, and scramble for any train of thought I had left.

"I..."

"How old were you when you had your first kiss?" His lips moved against my throat as he murmured the words. The warmth of his mouth, exploring the skin on my throat, caused a warm feeling to form in the pit of my stomach. I struggled to focus on his words as he continued his distracting actions.

"My...my first kiss?"

"Yeah."

"27." I chucked slightly.

"With who?"

"You." He pulled back, looking slightly shocked. I instantly began to fret. Had I said the wrong thing? Was he freaked out that I had never been kissed before? Did he have something against ruining a girl's purity or whatev-

"I just can't believe," he said, shaking his head, "that no man at your schools, any of them, ever noticed how gorgeous, intelligent, beautiful, and breathtakingly attractive you are."

Predictably, I blushed crimson, cursing myself under my breath for it. Timmy smiled softly.

"I love your blush," he murmured, brushing a hand down my cheek. I smiled, already predicting an amazing night.

"What about you?" I asked, snuggling into his side. He wrapped an arm around me, making me smile.

"What about me?"

"First kiss."

He looked slightly ashamed. "Fourteen. To a girl I didn't even like." He shook his head in wonder. "Her friends convinced me to do it." I chuckled.

"And you didn't count that girl - what was her name? - holding a sign outside the dugout that asked you to give her her first kiss, and you kissed her on the cheek." I grinned.

"Kisses on the cheek don't count! I never even knew her name. I only did it because Zito and the other guys would've never let me live it down if I didn't." He raised an eyebrow. "I would've given a real kiss if it'd been you holding that sign."

I smirked. "Being quite the charmer, I see."

"Trying," he told me with a wink.

Sorry about this chapter - not my best, I don't think. But oh well, here's the update!