We pour the sparkling drink into two glasses, my heart racing with excitement and trepidation as he hands one to me. “To new beginnings,” he says, raising his glass with a teasing glint in his eyes, yet there’s sincerity buried deep within the challenge.
“To new beginnings,” I echo, clinking my glass against his before taking a sip, the bubbles dancing against my tongue. The taste sparks joy—an undercurrent of excitement weaving between usas we stand together, balancing on the precipice of what’s about to unfold.
As we finish our drinks, I realize the adrenaline from the win and the bubbly effects of the champagne spin around us like fireflies, fueling the spark that ignites each second. The distance between our bodies closes imperceptibly until it’s hardly there at all.
Before I can think too much about it, I lean closer, driven by an instinct I can’t shake, and there it is—our lips meet once more, the warmth enveloping us as I lose myself in the kiss. This time, there’s clarity and intention behind the connection, a powerful pull drawing me deeper into his world, a world I crave to know more intimately.
His hands find their way to my waist, the touch igniting my skin like fire, and it feels electrifying—this daring choice to explore the intimate boundaries that had previously seemed off-limits. With every kiss, every shared breath, I sink deeper into the depths of our connection, and this time it feels more deliberate, our movements instinctively synchronized like a well-rehearsed play.
When we pull apart, breathless and exhilarated, there’s a new intensity between us—a raw honesty that catches like fireflies in the night. I glance up at him, my heart racing, as Leo meets my gaze, his expression shifting from lust to something more profound—vulnerability woven with hope.
“I have to tell you something,” he says, the weight of his words wrapping around us like a blanket, and the nervousness threading through his tone sends my pulse racing. I can see thehesitation there, lingering on the edges of what he’s about to reveal.
“Yeah?” I encourage, eager to dive into whatever confession rests on his lips.
“I’ve known I was bi since high school,” he admits, the honesty hitting me like a jolt. “But I’ve always dated girls publicly while in high school—maintained this Playboy image. It’s easier.”
The revelation sits heavy in the air, carving out a place for understanding between us as I ponder his journey and the fear that accompanies it. “That must have been tough,” I say softly, wrapping my mind around the weight of the secrets he’s kept hidden.
“Yeah, it is,” he replies, shifting slightly as though peeling back the layers of his facade. “It’s complicated. But with you… this feels different.” The sincerity of his admission settles around us, an acknowledgment of the boundaries we’re pushing against.
A weight lifts within me as I contemplate my own truth, the struggle to accept my identity against the demands of my career. “I’ve known I was gay since high school, too,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I’ve kept it hidden. I thought it was easier to blend in, to focus on the game.”
“I get it,” he replies, warmth in his eyes, a promise flickering between us. “But I don’t want to hide with you. I want to be honest.”
I nod, determination building within me. “We have to be careful, though. The team—our careers—everything hangs in the balance.”
“We will be careful,” Leo agrees, his voice steady as he intertwines our fingers, the heat from his skin sending shivers down my spine. “Let’s set some rules—boundaries—to protect us.”
Our eyes lock, and it feels like a pact, a silent promise that we’re ready to navigate this uncharted territory together. “Let’s keep it a secret,” I suggest, feeling the weight of the night settle between us. “We won’t discuss it in public, especially around the guys.”
“Agreed,” he says, and the tension shifts subtly, the gravity of the agreement grounding our connection.
With our boundaries established, we lean back into our embrace, the thrill of vulnerability sparking something beautiful. The intimacy feels rich as we drift into the embrace of the night, eager to explore whatever comes next, secrets lacing the edges of our connection—a dance of desire and understanding wrapped in the thrill of possibility.
Leo begins to kiss me as his hands gently roam over my body. He’s touching me everywhere like he’s trying to memorize every inch of my skin. Our clothes are discarded in seconds.
He hovers over me, naked and glorious. Only a sliver of light filters in through the window, illuminating his features. He’sangelic. There’s a shift between us. The hungry desire that fuels us has simmered into something sweeter.
“I want to make love to you tonight,” Leo says, his voice deep. “I want to savor you.”
I kiss him, showing him that I’m ready. I am not sure when it happened, but somewhere along the lines, everything became blurry. My heart craves this man. My body yearns for him.
I love him.
And that terrifies me because I know that he could destroy me.
Leo begins trailing kisses down my neck, moving to my stomach, where he licks down my abs until he reaches my dick. I’m hard and very ready for him. His warm mouth covers the head of my penis, and I close my eyes as a moan escapes me.
He licks the head, taunting me for a moment. My hands play with his hair, watching him with loving eyes. Leo looks up, and our eyes meet.
Can he feel it too?
Climbing back up my body, he kisses me one last time on the lips before rocking into me. Our bodies collide as we find a gentle rhythm. We make love, and it’s gentle and beautiful. Nothing will ever compare to this moment.
I have fallen in love with Leo.
Chapter 21
