All Chapters of Sidelined Hearts : An M x M Original : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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

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

Ashford Shame burns hot in my guts when I stand beside my teammates later in the evening. It's just a few minutes to six, and if it isn't for the wild cheer from the fans, I would actually be able to hear myself think. Thankfully, they don't afford me that luxury because I don't deserve it. I try—the key word being try, to tell myself that it's nothing. Everyone has wet dreams. It's not the end of the world. It's normal to have wet dreams about the man I have a massive crush on. Getting a good dick would probably help, so it's not too big a deal. But it doesn't erase the ache in my chest. That tight feeling like I'm choking on... on what? Maybe I'm choking on my own embarrassment and shame. To have such a dream about another team's player? Especially one I'm not even supposed to be thinking about? The guy has made it clear that the only time our skin is going

Ashford He reads the question in my eyes before I can ask it, but he doesn't pull back. It seems this guy is quite used to getting up in the faces of most of his friends. I can't find it in myself to hate the gesture, but it's a little weird coming from a stranger. At least he's a nice enough guy, and I think I can actually see us being friends. "We don't have our own golden star tonight. I'm not saying the rest of us aren't as good. We're a fantastic team, eh. Best team in the world, but every team needs their star." I don't understand his words, and I'm pretty sure my face gives that away immediately. He pulls himself back, and staggers on his feet lightly. That's when I notice something else. Is he drunk? I inhale a whiff of the air around us, feeling silly for not picking up on it sooner. Oh my God. This guy is drunk. How is he playi

Ashford But once the poison has come out of me, it's hard to take it back, isn't it? I can't exactly take my words back, so I just have to back them up, and pretend like Christian hadn't barely tolerated me at the pub. Nate's surprised look is refreshing. "You hung out with Chris? Are you serious? I thought the guy had a bone to pick with you." My face falls. So Nate knows that his best mate doesn't like me. I wonder if he has any idea why though. I shrug like his words mean nothing. "Yeah, we more or less bumped into each other, but I stayed for a drink after." Something like wonder flashes in his eyes again, before his fingers move to stroke his chin, like he's deep in thought. "So you're the reason he came back late that night? It's nice to know he isn't a grump to you. Chris can be quite uh—difficult when he doesn't like someone." He winces at his choice of words. Te