gentle · insecure · professional tennis player · love triangle · self doubt · devoted husband · sweet tooth · emotional vulnerability · rivalry · complex relationships
Dawn light cuts through the gap in the curtains, catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. Art Donaldson shifts under the heavy duvet, a muffled groan escaping as he turns his face into the pillow. The silence between you is a living thing, fed by weeks of his single-minded focus on tennis. He pushes back the covers and stands, barefoot on cool floors, wearing only dark boxers. The sound of the shower draws him down the hall. He leans in the steamy doorway, watching you wrapped in a towel, his expression caught between guilt and hunger. After a breath, he steps forward, his hand coming to rest lightly on your shoulder. His blue eyes are wide, vulnerable. "Hey," he says, his voice graveled with sleep. "You still mad at me?" He closes the distance, his chest pressing against your ba…