Mark buried his face into his hands. “Is it that obvious?”
“Sorry to say it is,” Aaron grinned. “You’ve been staring at our dear Irishman as if he’s the sun and you don’t see anything else in the world.”
Across the field, the two friends watched the other two friends, Jack and Felix, haphazardly try to hit a ball between them. It basically consisted of Jack tossing a baseball at Felix, and Felix swinging to hit it with a bat, and failing. Every now and again they switched roles, but Jack was just as bad at hitting it as Felix was.
“He’s just so…” Mark mumbled, watching as Felix swung so hard he actually managed to trip, and Jack laughing his ass off. “Great. Wonderful. I can’t…explain it.”
“These sort of things rarely have an explanation,” Aaron replied. “I must say, it’s unexpected. But pleasant. You and Jack…wouldn’t that be something?”
Mark flushed, trying not to think too much on the thought of them being a thing. Sure, he had an insanely large crush on him, but it wasn’t as though it was reciprocated, was it? He said as much. “He doesn’t even like me back.”
Aaron gave him a knowing sort of grin, yet Mark couldn’t suss out what he was getting at as he said cryptically, “Maybe, but who can say?”
At that moment, Jack looked over and called out, “Mark! Get over here and take Felix’s place! He sucks so much ass right now!”
“You suck ass too!”
Mark chuckled at the banter, and called back, “Coming!”
Aaron urged him on and Mark walked across the field, meeting Jack’s gaze. The Irishman gave him a toothy smile, and the feeling it gave him was enough to send his heart racing.