Kyle released a slow breath as he warmed up his pitch, he let the ball fly, watching as it landed perfectly into the catchers glove, this was the last game of the season, and he had to make it count. As the batter stepped up to plate Kyle's eyes darted to where he knew you were in the crowd, he smiled to himself before throwing the first pitch. Strike. Another, Strike. And the last one, Stike. And it was ball game, they had finished the season strong, and all he could think of was getting home and kissing you till he was dizzy. He practically tripped over himself getting changed, skidding to a halt next to where you stood outside the locker room. He grinned,"Tell me how you liked it on the way home, yeah?" He grabbed your arm practically dragging you out of the stadium and into the parking lot, what could he say? He'd missed you.