Love On The Sidelines - Kenan Yildiz

Chapter 16

Ela

I tugged my tank top that's risen down and lie next to Kenan, "what are you doing?" He asks me as his brows furrow.

I frown and make a gesture as to convey 'what do you mean?'

He rolls his eyes as he grabs me and tugs me to his chest, getting settled in his bed. I huff out a laugh after the shock waves off. "You could've just said the words."

He shrugs and nuzzles my neck while I put on our show and settle into him. Kenan doesn't even watch the show nor tries to make it unnoticeable, too busy playing with whatever body part of mine he likes.

After a while he rasps out, "we have a match against Bologna next week."

I nod as I brush my fingers absentmindedly up and down his side. I feel him grab my cheek making me face up at him, "will you come and watch?"

I playfully ponder a bit as he obviously grows agitated, before he can whine I answer, "sure, babe."

I feel him let out a relived sigh as I silently giggle at him. He kisses my forehead as he continues to stroke my cheek, "will you wear my jersey?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint but I was thinking I'd wear Chiesa-" before I could finish my sentence he rolls us over as he playfully growls and I squeal at the sudden change of positions. 

Kenan then pulls out the big guns, he tickles me. "Stop!" I try to get out as I laugh uncontrollably at his outburst. "You want to wear another players jersey, huh?"

I shake my head from left to right as his hand goes behind my knees where I'm really sensitive, "I'm just joking! Please," I break off after another wave of laughter, "stop please, Kenny."

After a few more second of him taunting me he lets me go and rolls to the other side of his bed as I try to relax, my stomach already forming abs. After I've calmed down I turn my face towards him to see him watching me with a big smile on his face.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

I roll my eyes before getting up and moving to him on my knees, I hear him say "I'll give you one of mine before you leave."

I shake my head as I fold my arms over my chest, "you think I'm gonna wear your jersey after you pulled this stunt on me?"

Kenan rolls his eyes at me, "babe, we both know you're going to wear it."

"I'm mad at you right now."

He pulls me into his arms once again, "I can take it," he murmurs against my hair. And with that I settle back into his arms and we continue doing what we did before.

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I settle into my seat at the stadium and tug my jersey in place. This was the first time in my life I'd ever sat in the stadium as a viewer. The times at the conference rooms during the championship don't count.

The teams run out on the field once it's time for the match to start but before that the anthems are sung. The crows starts singing as I try to follow, not all too familiar with the words. The only thing my eyes are zeroed on is Kenan as he stands shoulder to shoulder with his teammates. 

God bless.

He's so handsome. I can't believe he's my boyfriend. (I wish kfjbke) 

I'm in the very first row and stand up as does everyone else once the game starts. It's a little cold today but the adrenaline makes my blood pump as I watch Kenan. From what I can tell he's doing pretty good.

As I was hoping that we'd shoot a goal the opposing team, Bologna, does instead. The people around me start booing and I follow along. I feel my phone ping and I take it out to read the message I received by Rana.

Rana: are you watching the game right now?

Me: yes, you?

Rana: I think I'd rather watch you.

I frown and type.

Me: what do you mean?

Rana: The camera filmed your area for a few seconds.

I freeze before typing back.

Me: stalker, when are you returning?

Rana: secret

I roll my eyes as I put my phone away and refocus on the field. Kenan is running really fast, surrounded by his opponents. He passes the ball to Chiesa, who's on the right side of the field. Kenan runs towards the goalkeeper as Chiesa passes the ball back to him. My boyfriend finds the perfect moment and kicks the ball.

I cross my fingers as I watch it land in the goal!

"GOOAALLLLLL!" I scream with everyone, an older man grabs me and the other man beside him and hugs us as we jump up and down together.I start laughing as I realize what the hell I'm doing.

Kenan in the meanwhile runs to the side and does his usual pose, as I've learned, and then kisses his bracelet. My bracelet.

My heart accelerates as I watch him, his eyes meet mine and he smiles as I blow a kiss towards him. 

The two men and I stop jumping and refocus on the game, growing agitated each time the ball gets passed.

Later during the game Bremer also goals and the game is over after 90 minutes and four minutes on top.

I'm already waiting by the locker room, other players' wives and girlfriends standing nearby. After a few minutes the boys show up and I smile once I catch Kenan's face in the crowd of boys. 

His face brightens once he sees me and I walk over to him, meeting him halfway. I grab his face before he has a chance to say anything and kiss him. His lips return my invitation and we part after a few seconds. I blush a little, not used to acting this way in public or at least this close to others.

"You were amazing out there," I say as he hugs my waist.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, did you see my goal?" I nod as he wipes off the sweat running down his forehead. "I promised myself to shoot a goal the first time you come to see me play."

He's so sweet.

I give him another peck before stepping away or at least trying to, "Kenan let go, you need to take a shower."

His grip tightens as he pulls me closer, he nuzzles my neck and leaves a lasting kiss there.

"Be right back," he says as I nod before waiting for him in the car.

Hey guys, sorry for not updating in so long. I've had a lot to do and still do but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging. I have exams right now, I don't know when I'll be able to publish the next part.