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CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: British Tea
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Christian "Even if it's the truth, it doesn't mean I should say it like that. If the truth hurts, then why will I want to hurt you?" Soph gives me a soft look. My chest lightens, and I make a small hand gesture for the waiter to come towards us. "It's still nice that you think that, but I'm not a child. I know when I'm being wrong." Or petty, or jealous. All feelings I've been having recently, against my own will. Soph extends her hands towards me, her fingers leaving a feather like touch on my skin. "I know sometimes it's hard for you, and I've been understanding because deep down I know you want to be happy." Then with a bright smile, she leans back into her seat and adds. "Plus, I know once you find someone you truly care about, all of this won't matter." I let out a snort that makes her frown. "Sure, to you only true love can cure everything, right?" I'm not even try
Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original CHAPTER THIRTY THREE: No need for interest.
Ashford I'm laying in bed, my head feeling blissfully empty, but my skin still feels a little tight. When I glance around, I notice that I'm in my hotel room, which is weird because I don't remember coming back here. Huh? Even as I try to think about it, my mind seems to be pushing me to ignore it. Why? A knock sounds on the door, and my eyes dart to it, wondering who it could be. "Come in." I move my lips to say, slipping off the bed, and standing up in just my shorts. Weird. I don't remember taking my shirt off, but right now I'm in just my shorts and my hair is tussled and a slight mess. The door opens, and someone I don't expect walks inside the room. What? Him. What the hell is he doing here? I moisten my lips with my tongue, my body already growing a reaction to his presence, if I take in the sudden tightness o
Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: Tightness.
Ashford The locker room is empty, and my head is pressed against the wall, my fist clenched and teeth chattering. Fuck, why did I do that? It's just two and a half hours to the game, but my skin still feels so tight. I almost miss when fucking Coke used to fix everything, but now I just feel like s tightly coiled ball of mess and agitation. As if on cue, light shines against the dark locker room, and someone walks in. Still unable to push my body off it, I glance in the direction of the person and see that it's Cole again. Just perfect. I move way from the locker, not wanting to talk to him right now, but Cole comes to stand in my way. "Look, I said I'm sorry Ash. Now that I think about it, I should have apologized for the sex too. That was—" he clears his throat, his cheeks growing red. "Inappropriate. I shouldn't have done that." I let my eyes trail his face
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Christian "He's no one. Just forget it. I'm paying the price for my apparent glare at the preppy asshole, it's fine." Tired of tea at this point, I lean back against the chair, thinking about the game today. My teammates will play against Ashford's team for the last time, and in a week we'll be returning back to England. Everything will be over then. England is safe. England is home. There is no Ashford Ryder in England, and that's enough to be happy about. Without seeing the guy in every single bill board my eyes gravitate too, maybe my mood won't be so prissy. "Well, it's hard to believe he's no one when you have a literal scandal concerning him." Soph replies with sass. I shoot her a glare. "He's not the first person I'm having a scandal with, and he won't be the last." It's almost comical how I'm so afraid of exposing my sexuality, but I'm fine with every other kind o
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Christian After what feels like years, but is actually just a few minutes, the girl—Natalia—finally goes back to her table. To my surprise, Soph is even the one unwilling to let the girl go, until finally her girlfriend calls and she has to leave. By then I'm already on my third cup of tea, and I'm probably a little sugar high, but anyone would be sugar high if they had to listen to the passionate chatter of Soph and her fan. Or our fan, but it's hard to remember that when the girl is so enamored by Soph. I can't even blame her. Clearly she prefers women over men, if her choice of partner is anything to go by it. Finally, I and Soph are alone, and we can talk about the Ashford Ryder situation. Soph is halfway through a sugary muffin dipped in a creamy chocolate sauce, when she raised bright eyes to me. "So, tell me about it. What made you glare at the poor boy and get yourself lab
Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: Fan meet.
Christian It takes me a while to shower again, because I hate smelling like alcohol, and then I'm clad in loose fitting jeans and a grey sweater shirt. After barely five minutes of waiting inside the cafe, and ordering just a single cup of tea, I hear a familiar shriek coming from right in front of me. A smile lines my face, as I envelope Sophia in a hug. "It's great to see you. You don't look too bad since I last saw you." She says with a bright look. She always says that whenever we meet. I think it's an inside joke between us about how she expects my wrinkles to come anytime now since according to her, I frown a lot. "And you don't look bad yourself, Soph. It's always a pleasure seeing you." I offer her a seat, and she takes it. She picks up the menu, glancing at it with interest, before placing it back on the table. "Tea should be good, no? I don't really want to ea
Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT: British Tea
Christian After what feels like ages, but is actually just a brief moment, I sigh and start from the top. "Remember the last match you missed?" I ask softly, feeling like I need another beer before I finish this. It's even silly that I'm talking to her on the phone when we can just meet up. We probably will, but I don't need to look in her eyes as I tell her everything, and I will tell her everything. It's Soph. I don't really hide things from Soph. I haven't wanted to in all my life, so there's no need for me to start now. But I won't say everything on the phone. Some of it, I do need to see her face when I say it to her. I hear her hum from the other end, before I continue. "Well, it's silly, just some stupid fan scandal—"She cuts me off in a panicked tone. "Please don't tell me you told a fan off, Chris! Are you being serious right now?" I press my fingers to my eyes, wishing it is that simple. I'm sure Jared will h
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Christian So Nate knows. He knows that Ashford Ryder isn't a straight as an arrow football player. I should have known Of course I should have. That's probably the reason everyone is acting so delicately about his career. I glared at an openly gay soccer player on the field. I mean, I should have thought about it, but after I dropped Nate back at his room, I allow myself find out just how bad things are. A quick glance at the clock reveals that it's early evening, close to 5pm, which means in less than three hours, my teammates will play against Brooklyn Bruisers' again. Without me. I nod at the thought, lacking the strength to truly be upset about it anymore. It's for the better anyway. But that thought didn't stop me an hour ago, from picking up my laptop and looking up that disastrous headline that tagged me and Ashford together. After one embarras
Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original CHAPTER TWENTY SIX: Ache.
Ashford There is silence for a moment, silence that feels achingly good, but gives the hint that everything isn't actually alright. I pull my soft cock out of him, a distant part of my mind remembering that I didn't use a condom. Shit. Well, to be fair I did not expect us to have sex in here. It's bad enough that Cole looks at me the way he does. I should be the one trying to end things between us. What he wants from me, I can never give it to him, so what's the point? I feel like the world's biggest asshole even as I place my cock back in my shorts—my eyes everywhere but on him. I don't even want to think about the last thought that brought me to orgasm. My face feels hot, too hot that I have to place my palm against it to not feel like I'm going to practically combust into flames. Is that it then? Have I gotten so bored of topping, that I need a
