OFFSIDE

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❝ Infect me with your lovin'.
Fill me with your poison. ❞
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Elena's POV
Pedri leans in closer, and I feel the magnetic pull between us. His eyes lock onto mine, and before I realize it, our lips meet in a kiss that is both passionate and tender. For a brief moment, nothing else matters.

As Pedri's lips touch mine, a wave of electricity surges through my body. I can't believe how much I've missed this feeling. For a split second, the world around us dissolves, and it's just the two of us, locked in this intense, passionate kiss.

The fluttering in my stomach is immediate, like a swarm of butterflies suddenly set loose. It's an overwhelming rush of sensations that brings back a flood of memories and emotions. I'm swept away by the familiar thrill of his touch, the way his lips move against mine with a mix of urgency and tenderness. Every nerve ending seems to come alive, and I'm momentarily consumed by the intensity of our connection.

In this moment, everything feels right. The chaos of the club fades into the background, and all that remains is the sensation of his kiss. My heart races, and I'm filled with a longing I thought I had buried. The kiss is not just a physical act; it's a reawakening of old feelings, a reminder of the passion and excitement that once defined our relationship.

But as the kiss deepens, I'm also hit by a wave of guilt and confusion. The memories of our affair come rushing back, and I remember why it is better to be away from Pedri in the first place. The sense of betrayal, the guilt over what we had done, and the painful reality of my commitment to Pablo all come crashing down on me. I'm torn between the exhilaration of the moment and the knowledge of the consequences that follow.

Pedri's kiss is intoxicating, and I'm caught between the irresistible pull of my emotions and the weight of my decisions. It feels like I'm reliving a part of my life I thought I had moved on from, and the passion that once ignited our affair is once again rekindled.

But just as quickly as it started, our moment is interrupted. A guy, clearly annoyed by our display of affection, pushes past us with a gruff, "Get a room." His irritation snaps us back to reality, and the warmth of the kiss fades into the cool air of the club.

Pedri pulls away slightly, his face conflicted. "Maybe we should get out of here," he suggests, his voice low. I nod in agreement, still reeling from the kiss and the unexpected intrusion.

We make our way to Ferran, who is engaged in conversation with a few friends. Pedri places a hand on my back as we approach. "Hey Ferran, Elena isn't feeling well. I'm going to bring her home."

Ferran looks concerned but nods. "No problem, Pedri. Take care of her."

We say goodbye to Ferran's friend. Although almost nobody knows him, he is having a good time with everyone. Ferran told me that this boy doesn't have that many friends and he wanted to organize a party, but he didn't have many people to invite. That's why Ferran thought it was a good idea to invite half of the Barcelona team.

I say goodbye to Julieta and her friends. Then Pedri and I head out of the club, and as we wait for a taxi, the weight of the evening's events starts to sink in. The kiss was electrifying, but it also raises more questions than answers. Pedri helps me into the cab, and as we drive away from the club, I can't help but reflect on what just happened.

The taxi ride is quiet, with neither of us quite sure how to address the situation. I glance at Pedri, who seems lost in thought, and wonder what this means for us moving forward.

The taste of Pedri's lips was hauntingly familiar, and the flutter of butterflies in my stomach was a stark reminder of the passion we once shared.

I remember clearly how I had convinced myself that choosing Pablo was the right path. The decision felt right, even logical. Pablo is steady, dependable, and the person I've envisioned a future with for so long. The commitment I made to him was more than just a promise; it was a vision of a life built together, filled with shared dreams and aspirations. I had convinced myself that choosing him was not only the sensible choice but the one that would bring true happiness and stability.