I looked up at him, a small smile playing on my lips. "Why are you so perfect?" the words slipped through my lips without filter.
He let out a short huff that wasn't a laugh or a scoff, but somewhere in the middle. "I'm not, I promise you."
I hugged his waist, feeling my cheeks heat up for no reason. "So you ready for tryouts?" I asked him.
I felt him shrug and I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Of course," he said arrogantly, "I'm amazin' at baseball." He said, glancing down and winking.
I rolled my eyes. "Of course you are," I repeated. "You're amazing at everything."
He laughed. "I'm glad you think that, but I'm really not."
"Josh," I said, ignoring his comment as I blushed, "How do... relationships work? I mean—how are we supposed to act, or me, specific. What are we—?"
"Calm
