LOGINFINNHe flipped me onto my back, his face just inches from mine as he lay on top of me. His grip around my throat wasn’t meant to bruise or instill fear. It was to remind me who was in charge. Remind me that I was at his mercy. His body pressed so close to mine his hairs scraped against my skin, and the plump head of his cock slid against mine as he rocked his waist gently against mine.“You think I’ve forgotten?” He said.“Forgotten about what?” My voice barely worked.“How you were watching me the other day by the pool.”My heart stopped.“You weren’t watching my dick. Or my pecs. You were watching my ass. When I bent over to pick up my shoes and towel.” His voice had gone low and rough now, his lips almost brushing against mine. “You couldn’t stop staring at my hole, could you?”It wasn’t a question. He already knew. He knew I’d stared at him that day. He caught me before I could look away. What I didn’t expect was that he’d noticed where I was staring. I didn’t even think he’d re
FINNHis bedroom was at the end of the small hall. Messy in the way boys’ rooms are messy: clothes on the floor, a gaming chair turned away from the table and piled with laundry, a poster of the Brazilian soccer star, Kaká, tape crooked on the wall above his bed. I smiled when I saw it. Everyone on the team knew Kaká was his role model. We’d all seen it in the way his eyes lit up and his voice rose whenever he talked about him. While Kaká was his role model, Pelé was mine. He was also a Brazilian soccer star, one of the biggest names in the history of the sport.Keller dropped me on the bed, a giggle escaping me as I tumbled onto the soft mattress. The blinds were drawn. The only light in the room was the dim amber glow from the bedside lamp.He closed the door behind us and stood directly in front of me in nothing but those flimsy gym shorts that looked shorter than the first time I’d seen them. The glow from the lamp caught every line of him—the sharp cut of his jaw, the ridges on
FINN My throat tightened. “That’s why I didn’t text you at first,” he continued. “Not because I didn’t want you. Because I did, so much it scared the hell out of me. So I waited. And when I finally had the courage to, I couldn’t even write much. I wanted to explain myself to you, tell you I didn’t mean to act the way I did after that day, that I still cared but I just couldn’t bring myself to.” He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping him. “I didn’t think you'd come but you did. You showed up at my door calling me out. And now you’re standing here telling me you’ve wanted me since day one, and I don’t know what to do with that. I’ve never had anyone want me for more than a night.” His words continued to surprise me. I didn’t know what to say. Even if I did, I didn’t think now was the time. So I kept my mouth shut and walked across the kitchen to him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and felt the tension in his muscles. He let out a calming breath and gradually eased into my t
FINN Permanent fucking fling… The words sat heavy in my chest. But not in a bad way. I liked it. And I hated that I did. A smile burned behind my lips. The thought of him still wanting me when there were tons of other guys he could easily pick from made something warm curl in my gut. But no. Not yet. I snapped out of it before I could get carried away. I still needed to know if he was serious and not just saying what I wanted to hear. “That still doesn’t change the fact you ghosted me after that day,” I said, refusing to give in to him. He blinked at me, slow and unbothered, his eyes never leaving mine, hovering around my face like they couldn’t decide where to settle. “I’ll keep saying it, Finn. I didn’t ghost you.” “Then what do you call disappearing for days without a word?” I crossed my arms over my chest and raised a brow at him His finger trailed down my chest, slow and deliberate in a way that made tingles run down my skin. “I call it giving you space to think.”
FINNThree days went by and Keller never reached out to me. I told myself not to overthink it but I couldn’t help it. Was he angry that I didn’t let him fill me up again after Danny left? How could he be when I was only trying to protect us?Or maybe he was the type of person who loses interest in people quickly and cuts them off when he’d gotten what he wanted. All that time I played alongside him on the pitch, all those lingering glances, smirks and touches, I didn’t think he was that kind of person. Maybe he’d been putting on an act all along to get me where he wanted.However I tried to spin it, my heart cracked a little more with each thought. How could I have let myself fall for him? I felt used. Stupid. And I didn’t know whether I should be heartbroken, angry, or both.But that day in the bathroom…I couldn’t get it off my mind. I kept replaying the images until they wore grooves into my memory—deep enough that I don’t think I’d ever be able to erase them.That night I came ba
FINN “Finn…” Danny’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there?” My eyes widened in alarm as I looked at Keller. “It’s Danny,” I mouthed without making a sound. He nodded, calm as ever, and I watched in disbelief because I didn’t understand how he could be so composed in a moment like this. He motioned for me to chill. Like we were on pitch and he was telling me to hold position. “Finn…” The door handle rattled again. Harder. More insistent. I couldn’t chill anymore. I scrambled to my feet at instant. Panic gripped me so tight I felt my pulse pounding in my ears, my mind going blank. I shot Keller a helpless, desperate look—what do we do? If we didn’t open that door in the next minute, Danny might yank the handle off and force his way in, out of concern that something bad might be happening. Or worse, alert the owner of the house or the entire team. In whatever direction I tried to look at it from, it always turned out to be a disaster. This







