𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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That night culminated in Matt returning to his own room before dawn. 

Partially nothing happened. Maybe if Byron hadn't suddenly decided to pee, things would have been a lot different than they are now and I would have lost my virginity in a hotel bed with my male roommate. Either way, Matt said he was crazy about me, making me wonder if that was a lie revealed in a moment of heated lovemaking or drunkenness. I can never question that. I can't do it.

The worst part was that we were going to a pre-match party that night with the rest of the team, and even though they were extremely reluctant to accept me, I was now on the team. Which meant they had to drag my ass to that bar. I wore a black shirt and jeans. After doing my best to style my newly grown hair, I sent Luke a selfie.

Luke: "Just because he didn't last night means he's definitely going to fuck you tonight, boy."

After rolling my eyes at the message, I went out to the corridor reserved for our team on the hotel floor. The chaos was so great that I wasn't even sure whose hands were wrapped around my shoulders. I thought the rest of the kids would ignore me or something because they were drinking enough to get themselves drunk, but a minute later I was sitting on the shoulders. Damn enthusiasm.

We somehow left the hotel and started wandering the streets of Georgetown. We were shouting, intoxicated by a victory yet to be won, and for the first time I felt like a part of something. Do not get me wrong; It's not that I'm hungry for the company of these idiots, it's just that not being left out for the first time didn't feel as bad as I expected. 

Together with the team, we entered a street with colorful illuminated signs. My eyes have yet to find Matt in the crowd, and that's a good thing because I don't know what has changed or stayed the same between us since he was a few feet away from fucking me last night.

Moreover, I was aware that we were doing a risky business. This was the hometown of the opposing team, and while we were cheering our own team on the streets until our lungs exploded, running into one of the opposing team's players meant that we would get into trouble. But apparently no one cared, we were just a bunch of crazy young men. But tonight the cheerleaders were with us. That means Camilla is here too.

Thinking about how things have been between I and Matt lately, I settle into one of the bar's L-shaped leather chairs and let one of the team quickly plop them next to me. A beer was placed in front of me. I lifted my eyes and looked at Matt sitting next to me to see who decided to buy me a drink tonight. Wow. As my automatic breathing grew stronger, he leaned closer to my ear, his left knee resting on my right, "I know we haven't had a chance to talk after last night, but..."

He was very handsome. He wore a wide-backed blue shirt. Tight jeans that accentuated the firm roundness of his ass so well and that usual, masculine, clean scent burning my nostrils. I started to wonder if I could handle him, but not when Matt was about to tell me something about last night. My heart beats so fast. All the chaos in the environment, the muffled voices, the crowd. Everything disappeared in an instant and I felt a crazy desire to go with the flow. After we became intimate for the first time, we were mingling in public, and although it felt strange, I was dying to rest my head on his shoulders.

However, Matt's sentence was cut short by someone suddenly jumping next to him. Matt swayed slightly as the body nearly slammed into him, and I had no complaints about that, but I had to swallow briefly when I saw who it belonged to. 

I took some air into my lungs. I had to turn my head faster than light as Camilla wrapped her arms around his neck. Of course, he must not have been thinking of breaking up with her when he almost stuck his dick in my ass last night. I don't know which is clearer. Was it the fact that I was once again defeated by Matt, or was it the fact that his poor innocent girlfriend was pressing her face into his neck?