But what do I want? That simple question dances on the tip of my tongue, battling with the whirlwind of confusion tearing at my thoughts. I stare into Leo’s eyes, searching for answers, but all I can feel is the surge of adrenaline mixing with desire.
Before I can gather my thoughts, his touch shifts, the warmth of his hand brushing against me intimately, a pulse igniting where my breath hitches, caught between fear and thrill. I want to push him away, to deny this feeling, but my body betrays me, cravingthe connection, the danger wrapping around us like a tight embrace. My dick springs to life, and his hand brushes against my hardness. His eyes go wide.
“Nash?” He whispers my name like a secret.
“Yeah,” I manage, breathless, caught between wanting to step back and wanting to lean in.
I realize that whatever happens next, there’s no turning back. My heart races as we stand together, breathing the same air, ignited by an attraction I can no longer deny.
“I will see you later,” he says into my ear.
He turns and walks out of the room, leaving me stunned and turned on.
Chapter 8
Nash
It’s been two days since my night out with the team and my encounter with Leo. I’ve been confused and turned on, and it’s driving me crazy. Tonight, we are heading out for another away game.
I settle into my seat on the bus, the familiar hum of the engine blending with the raucous chatter of my teammates. I can't help the thrill that shoots through me when Leo approaches, phone in hand, a cocky grin plastered across his face.
He sits beside me, his legs brushing against mine. He starts a movie, holding it in his lap, and I can’t help but glance at the screen.
We don’t talk, but Leo moves his phone so I can see the movie better. It’s a kind, unspoken gesture, and I’m not sure what to think, but I go with it.
A funny part plays out, and we both erupt in laughter.
Leo’s grin widens, and for a brief moment, our eyes lock, a shared understanding blossoming amid the chaos. I know this is just the beginning of something more profound, an unraveling that beckons just beyond this fleeting moment of laughter on the bus.
“What are you girls giggling about?” Sean shouts from the row in front of us.
I know his words are meant to be a joke, but it still stings a little.
“Just thinking about your mom last night,” Leo jests, shocking me.
Sean just holds up his middle finger, and all I can do is look at Leo and smile.
Chapter 9
Nash
We arrive in Hartford, Connecticut, for our next game.
The hotel room is shrouded in shadows, the soft hum of the outside world fading into the background as I pull the covers over myself, the fabric brushing against my skin like a gentle caress. I glance across the dimly lit space, feeling the weight of anticipation settle between us, heavy and intoxicating, as I sense Leo’s presence next to me—so close, yet a world away.
As we settle into the rhythm of the night, I can’t help but replay the day in my mind—the laughter, the shared stories, the connection deepening in ways I never anticipated. There’s something undeniably electric in the air between us, and as Isteal a glance at Leo, the moonlight spills through the window, illuminating the contours of his face.
He rolls onto his side, mirroring my own movement, and suddenly we are facing each other, breaths mingling in the narrow space between us. Our gazes lock, and for a heartbeat, the world outside ceases to exist; it’s just us, two souls drawn together in an intricate dance of desire.
“Nash,” he murmurs, the way my name slips from his lips igniting a flutter of something primal deep within me. The moment feels impossibly charged, laden with anticipation as I inch closer, driven by an instinct that makes my heart race.
Before I fully comprehend the motion, I find myself rolling over, seeking warmth, seeking the closeness that has been building between us. Leo leans against me, our bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces—perfectly aligned, yet fraught with the potential for chaos.
The brush of his skin against mine sends a shockwave of awareness coursing through me. I become acutely aware of the heat radiating from him, the hardness of his erection pressing into my thigh, an unmistakable sign of his desire that sends an answering rush through me.
“Is this okay?” he whispers, voice low and laced with hesitation as he leans in just a fraction closer. My heart pounds, thrumming in my chest, as I try to find my breath amidst the intensity of the moment. It’s exhilarating, overwhelming—everything I’ve ever wanted but been too afraid to reach for.
“Yeah,” I reply, the word barely escaping my lips, thick with longing as I melt into the warmth of him. My skin tingles with anticipation, every nerve ending humming as I respond to the pull between us, ignited by the uncharted territory we’re stepping into.
