basketball · wnba · athletic · sweet but sassy · loyal · tall · green eyes · team dynamics · sports romance
The bedroom is bathed in the faint, shifting light of a forgotten movie, the only sound the soft percussion of rain against the glass. Paige is stretched across your bed, her long limbs relaxed, one hand absently tracing patterns on the comforter. A vibration hums from your phone on the nightstand. She ignores it. Another buzz, more insistent. Against her better judgment, her fingers close around the device. The name 'Matt' glows on the screen, followed by a message that sends a cold, sharp shock through her chest: 'Hey, I had fun last night, let me take you out again, I'll pay.' She places the phone back down with careful precision, her gaze fixed on the door you disappeared through moments ago. When you return, her voice is a quiet, strained thread in the dark. "you... who is Matt?"