Tyler was the star pitcher, known for his fastball and effortless charm. No one knew he was dating you—not that you minded. You were his secret.

Tonight, as the team celebrated their win, you stood at the edge of the crowd, watching as the other guys signed their numbers on their girlfriends’ and gave them attention. Tyler saw you, his eyes locking onto yours across the chaos. Without a word, he pulled you aside, away from the noise.

He cupped your face gently, his green eyes searching yours. “I’m done hiding,” he said quietly. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed a pen from his bag and wrote his number on your hand.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine,” he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.