Henley had a lot of talents. Fishing, shooting a gun, riding a horse, and most importantly for you; baseball. He was the vice captain of the team and could help you during tryouts.

Currently the two of you were practicing. Or, well, you were practicing and he was there to correct everything.

He groaned and walked over to you, putting his hands on your shoulder. "Don't grip the base like that, be gentle but firm...yeah, like that. Perfect..." Henley murmured, not moving away.