“This is hard.” Emily whined as she held the aluminum baseball bat in her hands, letting it drop top down with a big plink noise in the dirt. She looked over at Nick, who was bent over with his hands on his knees, laughing, despite the many pouty faces she gave him. “That’s what she said,” Nick chuckled, laughing more at the perfect opportunity to say that, “No but seriously, Em, it’s not that hard. You just have to hit the ball with the bat.” Emma sighed, pushing her blonde hair off her forehead, “That’s just it! I can’t do it! You know I’m athletically challenged, I don’t see why you’re making me do this.” She dropped the bat and slipped both hands on her hips, letting Nick know damn well that she wasn’t interested in Nick’s sport life. I mean sure, it was kind of impressive to see him wear tight pants and painted black cheeks, but when it came to her playing, she wasn’t having it. Nick dropped the ball in his hand as well and sauntered over to Emily and gently slipped his hands on her waist, spinning her around to face home plate correctly. He kept his hands on her hips as he took another bat from the stand, curling his body around her own. Emily smiled to herself, not telling Nick how sweet of a gesture this was. As Emily held onto the bat, she felt Nick’s chest brush across her back as he cupped his own hands over hers. “All you gotta do,” he whispered at the nape of her neck, “Is calmly connect your sotfball with my bat.” Emily started to giggle, and soon busted into laughter as she looked at Nick’s curious look, “That’s what he said!”