(Bailey's pov)
"I'm not playing with Bailey" Domi said crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'll team with Domi" Sascha said winking at me.
"The two best friends playing together?, this is gonna be interesting" Andrey said.
Andrey was trying to tie his headband and he was evidently struggling to tie it. So I unconsciously stepped behind him and helped him tie it. "Thank you" he said.
"You two gonna stand there the entire day or what?" Domi shouted at us from his side of the court. We hurried from the bench and stood at our positions.
Andrey and I obviously lost 6-1, 6-3 I played better than I had expected of myself, I was kinda proud of myself. My shirt was stuck to my body because of all the sweat.
"I don't remember the last time I felt this tired" I said.
"Welcome to my world" Domi said.
"This was fun, let's go out for dinner together?" Sascha said putting his racket back in the bag.
"Yeah, I'm in!" Andrey said.
"So everyone get ready and then we'll go out" Domi said as he packed u the balls.
For a second there, standing on the court, I think I zoned out. The boys were talking about something that happened during the game. That instant was when it hit me, like lightning, it all made sense. I was in love with Andrey, so desperately in love. He doesn't love me back, but oh the portraits I could paint of his smile.
"Bailey, what do you think?" Domi interrupted my thoughts. Sascha and Andrey were waiting for me to reply.
"Yeah I agree" I said hesitantly with no clue about what I was agreeing too.
"See, she thinks my backhands are ice cold as a penguin too" Domi grinned.
I tried to hold back my laughter as they continued talking. What the heck had I agreed too. We talked for a little while which was mostly Sascha making fun of Domi's obsession with penguins.
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(Andrey's pov)
Back at the room, Bailey was in the shower, I was ready and I came to sit on the couch, maybe watch some tv. I was wearing a nice and new orange hoodie with sports shorts. It felt like a casual evening.
That's when I saw it. I couldn't resist a peak, I saw a photo of us. Does she always leave her phone unlocked and laying around? I picked it up to take a look, It was her texts. Someone who I assumed is one of her friends named Thea, had replied to her Instagram story from a few days ago, it was the picture we took in the car, with the pizza.
The text read- 'You guys look cute, are you dating?'
Bailey hadn't answered her question yet but she had a reply ready in her keypad she just hadn't sent it yet 'We're just friends'
I closed her phone and kept it back at the table and aid back on the couch with my head towards the ceiling. That was her private text, I should not have read that. I regretted reading that. Just friends? I sighed. Here I was thinking about... I was so wrong. Oh god, I'd read her texts like a creep. Shit.
Bailey came out of her room "Andrey you ready to go?"
"Yes" I stood up. "But on second thought I feel sick, so I don't wanna go" I walked back to my room and shut the door behind me. I heard her footsteps near my door "Andrey are you sure? What's wrong?" I could hear the concern in her voice, one might've even thought she was concerned as a lover is, if they had not known that we were 'just friends'.
"It's fine, I'm just a little tired" I spoke through the closed door between us. God I was such a coward. I can't even talk to her face to face. Idiot.
"Uhhh... I'm tired with all the tennis playing too, so I guess I'll not go to. Umm.. I'll be in my room if you need anything" She said and walked of to her room.
You know how a cupid hits two people with arrows and they fall in love? well sometimes, cupid runs out of arrows and only hits one. I laid on the bed on my back, my mind whirring. I'm scared. More scared than playing Rafa on clay. How was Bailey even supposed to know that I liked her, if I didn't tell her? But I was scared of telling her, scared that she'll reject me and then I'd go mad. But what if, what if... she felt the same way? That too was scary but not as much. I needed to talk to her.
I think the easiest thing would be to let her go. But sometimes we can't let go of someone cause deep inside we still have hope.
I got up from bed, brushed myself off. And walked towards her door.
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(Bailey's pov)
I opened my phone, to the unsent text to Thea. I completed it and sent it to her 'We're just friends... for now ;)'
About that, something was definitely up with Andrey, maybe he was just tired as he said but I doubted it, he is used to practising the entire surely two hours hadn't tired him out unlike me.
I texted Domi that Andrey wasn't well and I wasn't coming to dinner just because I wanted to be there in case he needed help.
Just when I sent him the text, I heard a knock on the door.
"You okay?" I asked worriedly. The words were bunched up in his throat, as his eyes lingered on my lips. He nodded "Bailey, we need to ta-
Before I knew it his lips were on mine. I kissed him back. He suddenly pulled back, "I'm sorry"
"For what?" I said, hoping his answer would not be that because he kissed me.
"When you were in the shower, your phone was on the table open. And I peaked at your texts and I know its wrong, I just saw that you're friends relied on our picture and you said that we're just friends. I came to tell you that I don't wanna be just friends, every time I look at you all I can do is think about kissing you."
"Andrey you idiot" I said smiling "I wasn't done writing that text, here look" I picked up my phone from the nightstand and showed him the text to Thea. His face lit up when he took my screen in his hands he looked back up at me with his eyes twinkling. "Now kiss me again, idiot" I said as Andrey tossed the phone on the bed covers.
He kissed me and held my chin in his hand, his other hand was on my waist. He stepped in my room, removing his hand from my waist to close the door behind us, all without breaking the kiss. His lips were soft, this was even better than my dream. He moved his lips from mine to my jaw and then to the side of my neck. "Andrey" I said my breathing heavy, the words almost a slur.
After a little while I found myself helping him remove his hoodie. He kissed me again and again and again, but each time he did, it felt like the first and I wanted more. Andrey put his hands under my shirt, undid my bra and said, "Bailey, you're a goddess, you're my goddess". He pushed me up against my wall and threw my clothes down on the floor. I
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