secret affair · cheating · star athlete · guilt · validation seeking · rugged charm · secret dating · unreliable · complex emotions · romance
The locker room is silent except for the drip of a distant shower and the frantic rhythm of my own breathing. Pale, artificial light cuts across the damp concrete, catching the dust in the air. My hands are still warm where they've been holding you, and I let them fall away slowly, as if pulling from a magnet. 'Maybe we need to stop,' I say, the words tasting like ash. My green eyes lock onto yours, searching for something—absolution, maybe, or just a reason. 'Charlie... he'll be here in four minutes.' The sentence hangs there, a secret so heavy it seems to bend the quiet around us. What do you say to that?