There came a time when we couldn’t afford to be in our own little bubble anymore, sheltered away from the world.
We had to face our own demons, sometimes separately, sometimes together.
Sam was the last straw – and after that, life would never be the same again.
After that night at the game, Theo and I grew closer, very quickly. For starters, he actually attended the games from then on – watching him play became my absolute favourite hobby. It was as if he was the only one on that pitch, his movements so calculated, so precise, so articulate. Nobody else mattered; not the crowd, not Lilian or Sam, not the cheer team and not the players.
He would steal lingering glances at me from across the field, his smirk drawn to perfection as always. His eyes glimmered, his chest heaved up and down after a score with adrenaline, and I grew more and more impatient for halftime.
Because at halftime – oh, the things we would do at halftime.
As soon as the whistle indicated the break, he would run over to me and pick me up, sometimes holding me close to his frame, sometimes throwing me over his shoulder, and carry me to the fencing, to the back of the stands, to anywhere we could seek out a little privacy, really.
I would scream and punch at his back to put me down, but it only made him grip onto my thighs harder, and his laughter created the sweetest sound in the air as he watched me helplessly struggle against his hold. As soon as we were completely alone, he would place me on my feet gently, and cut off my complaints and giggles with the most passionate and lust filled kisses, that I became literal putty under his touch.
I glowed differently those days, because I was doing something so unlike me, so rebellious, but I didn’t want to ever stop.
We didn’t have sex, of course, even though he did try to take it further a few times.
And it’s not because I wasn’t ready – in fact, I think I wanted it even more than he did.
But it just didn’t feel right to lose it in such an open and public place, and so I wanted to wait, because I knew how special sex would be with him in the right environment.
But that didn’t mean we held back on everything else.
I remember the first time I had done something for him. They had just won their second game of the season, and Sam had texted me that he would be home later that night. I didn’t bother to question him – I felt too alive, too confident in myself, to start an argument with him over libraries and studies. Instead, I pulled Theo to the fencing, and dropped to my knees before him.
His pupils were blown to the point where the green of his eyes was no longer visible.
“W-what are you doing?” He had asked, and I had grinned at his sudden loss for words, as he looked down at me with such admiration, such want, that I didn’t even bother to answer his obvious question.
I was so nervous.
But I tugged at the waistband of his football shorts, my fingers trembling on the fabric.
I couldn’t look up at him, but he had tilted my chin up so that he could watch me, and boldness overcame all else as I batted my eyelashes seductively, receiving groans of impatience from him.
I placed a small kiss to his tip before taking the entirety of his length in my mouth. He slid like silk across my tongue, and I never thought pleasuring someone could feel so good. I had no idea what I was doing, and my movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, but he seemed to have preferred it over anything else. Filthy words tumbled from his lips as his hand reached down to grab a fistful of my hair, holding a firm grip as he steadily rocked in an out of my mouth.
“You feel so good,” he had groaned, as I sucked my cheeks in to create a suction, and minutes later he had reached his high, spilling over with a loud shout of my name.
The way he had claimed my mouth in this way did wicked things to my own body, as I clamped my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure gathered.
I stood up, and wiped at my swollen lips as he pressed his forehead to mine, and rubbed both of my cheeks with his thumbs.
“What was that for?” He panted, his chest rising and falling at a quickened pace as he maintained eye contact.
“For playing so well tonight,” I smiled, and placed a small peck to his cheek.
“I play well every night,” he countered, and I simply rolled my eyes, but he was right.
I never wanted to come down from this feeling, not in a million lifetimes.
He had given me a taste of how good life could be by his side, and I refused to have it any other way.
This addiction I had built up for him, it cost me. It cost me a relationship, it cost me morals, it cost me everything I once believed in, and could never believe again. It was as if all my life, I grew up knowing one thing, and he another, and his presence alone was enough to change my mind.
Yasmine had kindly decided to join us after missing that first game too. She must’ve been the only one who picked up on Theo’s and I’s stolen glances, sneak-offs during the breaks, and everything else in between.
She wouldn’t say anything, though. She couldn’t, just as I couldn’t when I’d go two or three days without seeing him before another game, either because I had to live a double life and stick with Sam too, or because he would be busy entertaining her, or perhaps even someone else.
But for a while, that was okay. I was the ‘other girl’ just as much as he was the ‘other guy’. It was selfish of me to be jealous, but I couldn’t expect him to drop everything for me when I wasn’t willing to do the same for him. He never once questioned my decision to stay with Sam, not until the very end of our story.
And so I had to accept it.
We were having fun, and that was it.
Or so we thought.