All Chapters of OFFSIDE HEARTS: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Rain tapped against the windows of Liam’s apartment building, a steady rhythm that made the silence between them unbearable.Noah leaned casually in the hallway, hood still up, hands shoved in his pockets. But his eyes—dark, steady—never left Liam’s.“You need to leave,” Liam said, voice clipped.“Tell me you don’t feel it, and I’ll go,” Noah replied, soft but firm, like he wasn’t afraid of the storm building between them.Liam’s throat tightened. For a long moment, neither moved. The words hovered on the tip of his tongue denial, cold dismissal, something to end this madness. But nothing came. The silence said too much.Noah’s grin curved slow, dangerous. “That’s what I thought.”Liam’s jaw clenched. He stepped back, forcing the door closed between them with more strength than necessary. The slam echoed down the hall.On the other side, Noah’s laughter was low, muffled by the wood. “See you tomorrow, Coach.”Liam leaned against the door once it was shut, his chest heaving. His pulse

The morning after the match, Liam arrived at training before dawn.Sleep had been impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Noah standing too close in the parking lot, voice low, eyes daring him to break.By six a.m., he’d rewritten the recovery schedule, doubled the intensity, and convinced himself discipline would cure everything. Control was his weapon. Control was the only shield he had left.The players groaned when they arrived, one by one, to find cones lined up, heart-rate monitors waiting.“Thought this was supposed to be a light day,” one muttered.“Not anymore,” Liam said flatly.He didn’t look at Noah when he said it.But he felt him. Always.By the third drill, sweat plastered shirts to skin. Liam barked instructions, his voice sharp enough to slice through fatigue. He didn’t smile. Didn’t soften. Didn’t give anyone especially Noah—the satisfaction.Noah, of course, thrived. His shirt clung to him, breath heavy, but he ran every drill like it was a challenge throw

Liam arrived before dawn, long before the players, long before anyone could ask questions.Sleep had been impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw it again—Noah’s lips on his, the sharp taste of want and relief colliding, the sound of his own breath breaking like a man dragged under.He’d broken the rule. The one he’d built his career, his reputation, his life around.And the worst part? He wanted more.By the time training began, Liam’s face was carved in stone. He barked instructions, tore into sloppy passes, cut drills short for the smallest errors. The players traded uneasy glances none of them had seen him like this before.But Noah… Noah only smiled.During scrimmage, Liam blew the whistle. “Noah! Too slow. Again.”“I was ahead of the line,” Noah shot back.“You were lazy,” Liam snapped, voice hard enough to sting. “Do it again.”The team fell silent, eyes flicking between the two. Noah held Liam’s gaze for a heartbeat too long before jogging back to reset.It wasn’t de