The Jet (A Sandlot Story) Benny Rodriguez

Chapter 30

The next morning you woke up facing a bright curtain of light. You rolled over, thinking you were in your own bed. You didn't remember your bed facing a window... funny.

You tried pulling up the covers, your shoulders being sort of cold. That was unusual, you didn't normally sleep without clothes. You reached out in front of you, eyes still closed, trying to grab one of your many other pillows to hold. You reached out but your hands never found a pillow, instead you felt.... A person?

You opened your eyes immediately, seeing Benny's sweet face as he laid there asleep. He wasn't wearing any clothes either.... Wait.

You started to recall the events of last night, slowly feeling your face get red. You looked at Benny again, longer this time, taking in his soft and sweet appearance. He was always soft and sweet, there was never a time where he wasn't. Even when he was threatening people, he still had this innocent boy like quality about him that didn't make them feel intimidated.

He was laying on his stomach with his arms underneath the pillow. Most of his back was open to the air, with the sheet coming up to about his hips. His caramel skin looked so soft and smooth, and you couldn't help but scoot closer, enough to where you could wrap an arm over him and stroke his back with your thumb.

You kept focus on your fingers moving, and neglected to see that he was stirring awake.

He blinked a few times, and when his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked down to see you, rubbing small circles over his back.

He smiled when he saw you, turning his body to face you and bring you close to him. He almost completely engulfed you in his arms, and you didn't stop him. You just muffled your face in his chest as his arms came around you.

"Good morning, my love." He said, just above a whisper. He kept pressing kisses into your hair as he held you. "You sleep okay?"

"Yeah," You sounded kind of muffled, but you continued anyway. "I almost thought that last night was a dream." You admitted.

"Sure felt like it, huh?" He asked you, still holding you close to him and not letting you go. "Ya know, that was the best night of my life. The only thing that could top it now could be when I marry you."

You used to cringe at the thought of getting married, getting old too quick and having to settle down, but now when he said it, you couldn't help but feel butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, and when will that be?" You asked curiously. Benny didn't seem to realize your change of heart on the subject, so he tried to make a save.

"Don't worry, I know you want us to wait till we're older than nineteen. I haven't forgotten any of that." He brought his tone down a bit, almost as if he was trying to dance around the subject carefully.

"Actually Benny... I don't know if I wanna wait that long anymore." Even with your face still buried in his chest, he heard you clear as day. It was only just now that he had pulled back a bit from you, trying to look you in the eyes and see if you were serious.

"Really?" His face lit up, and he couldn't have been more happy after those few simple words.

"Yeah. I know we gotta get permission from our parents and everything, but... I wouldn't mind being hitched and all that. Sounds kinda nice actually." You replied. You swore you saw him tear up, his eyes just barely glazing over as he looked at you with a content smile.

He was perfect. The definition of flawless. Every little thing he did was so precious, and it almost made you feel like you were in the presence of an angel.

"My angel." You murmured, reaching up your hand to caress the side of his face.

The room was quiet for a few minutes, both of you just too stuck in the moment to even try and break the silence. It was a comfortable silence anyways, so you didn't need to.