Innocence and Interceptions

12 | Healing Hearts

The final exam week had passed, but the weight of uncertainty still lingered, casting a shadow over everything. As the team refocused on the upcoming game, I found myself immersed in practice, yet still unable to confront Xander. It felt like he was giving me space, but I couldn't shake the turmoil inside.

The long-awaited semi-final arrived, and the Titans fought with everything they had. But then, one moment changed everything. Xander went down, injured and helpless on the field. My heart clenched with worry as they carried him off on a stretcher. It looked serious, and I couldn't shake the fear that gripped me.

After the game, I rushed to the locker room, my heart pounding in my chest. I found Xander surrounded by paramedics, and relief washed over me when our eyes met. He asked me to wait while he showered and changed, and I nodded, trying to push away the anxiety gnawing at me.

When we finally left, the atmosphere in the car was tense, heavy with unspoken words. "Xander, are you okay?" I ventured, my voice barely above a whisper.

He gave me a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I'll be fine, Bree. Just a little banged up."

But I could see through his facade, just as he could see through mine. "You scared me out there, Xander," I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. "I don't know what I would do if..."

He reached out, taking my hand in his, and for a moment, everything else faded away. "I'm sorry, Bree. I didn't mean to worry you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as his words washed over me. "It's okay, Xander," I whispered, squeezing his hand gently. "Just... don't scare me like that again, okay?"

He nodded, his gaze filled with remorse. "I promise, Bree. I'll do my best to be more careful."

As we drove in silence, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. When we pulled up to his house instead of the campus, I couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in my stomach.

"Xander, why are we here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He turned to look at me, his gaze intense. "I just... I needed to be somewhere quiet. Somewhere I could think."

I nodded, understanding flooding through me. "I get it."

We make our way towards the living room and set next to each other, just watching at some movies.

But then, as the silence stretched between us, Xander make his move and kneeling down in front of me, he took a deep breath, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "Bree, there's something I need to say. Something I should have said a long time ago."

I looked at him, surprise by his action and curiosity mingled with apprehension. "What is it, Xander?"

He met my gaze, his eyes filled with regret. "I need to apologize, Bree. For what happened with Ellie, for hurting you."

My heart skipped a beat as his words sank in. The memory of the beach house party came flooding back, the pain of betrayal still raw even after all this time.

But as I looked into Xander's eyes, I saw genuine remorse, a desire to make things right. And in that moment, I knew that I had to let go of the past, to forgive him if we ever had a chance at moving forward.

"I appreciate your apology, Xander," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "But I've also realized that I haven't been entirely fair to you. I've been holding onto my anger, blaming you for everything, when I should have seen that I played a part too. I'm sorry for shutting you out and for not giving you a chance to explain."

Xander's eyes widened with surprise, and for a moment, I saw a glimmer of hope flicker in them. "Bree, you don't have to apologize. I understand why you were hurt and angry."

But I shook my head, determined to make him understand. "No, Xander, I do. I want to move forward, but we can't do that if we're both holding onto the past. So yes, I forgive you. And I hope you can forgive me too."

A slow smile spread across Xander's face, a warmth flooding through me as I realized that maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other after all. "Of course, Bree. I forgive you too. And I promise to do everything in my power to make things right between us."

And as we sat there, our hands intertwined, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, we could find our way back to each other, stronger than ever before.

We shared a passionate long kiss. I missed this feeling. Xander took me upstairs to his bedroom.

"What if Woody comes back home?". I asked.

"No, he won't he home for the night. The team's celebrating." He reassured me.

As he starts making his way to my clit, I felt relieved. He filled me in slowly and gently, I'm having a hard time taking his big cock all in. But he's patient with me. It felt so fucking good.

"But baby, you're injured", I said.

"Oh don't worry about me, I'm capable of doing this even with a broken ribs", He smirked.

And in the midst of moaning and heavy panting "I love you, Xander", I blurted out.

Xander looked surprise, since it was the first time I told him this.

He smiled, "I love you too, Bree", he replied.

We slept on the bed, cuddling with each other. I've never felt such a warm embrace and in that moment I realised that I never want to let him go ever again. As time passed by, we fell asleep, enjoying each other's presence.