FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 68 :: Electricity

The air crackled with the energy of the training session. Players weaved and darted, their movements a blur of focused energy. Gavi, his mind still preoccupied with the tangled mess of his feelings, felt a surge of adrenaline as he sprinted towards the goal, his eyes fixed on the ball. He was lost in the moment, the rhythm of the game, the thrill of the chase.

He didn't see Pedri until it was too late.

Their bodies collided with a jarring impact, sending a jolt of electricity through Gavi's system. The world seemed to slow down, the roar of the training ground fading to a distant hum. He felt the heat of Pedri's skin against his own, the weight of his body pressing against him. It was a collision of muscle and energy, a sudden and unexpected intimacy that left Gavi breathless.

He couldn't help but linger a moment longer than necessary, his hand brushing against Pedri's arm as he stumbled back, his heart hammering against his ribs. The touch was fleeting, but it left a lingering sensation, a warmth that spread through his veins, a spark that ignited a fire within him.

Pedri laughed, a light, tinkling sound that sent shivers down Gavi's spine. "Watch where you're going, Gavi," he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. His voice was a soothing melody, a contrast to the chaotic energy of the training session.

Gavi felt his cheeks burn. "Sorry," he mumbled, his voice a mere whisper. He couldn't meet Pedri's gaze, the intensity of it making his stomach churn. He felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension, a feeling he couldn't quite define.

He tried to move away, to regain his composure, but his legs felt heavy, his movements clumsy. He felt a new kind of awareness, a heightened sensitivity to Pedri's presence, his movements, his scent. The air around him seemed to crackle with an unseen energy, a force that pulled him towards Pedri, a force he couldn't resist.

He'd always admired Pedri's athleticism, his effortless grace on the field. But now, he felt a new kind of attraction, a physical pull that he couldn't ignore. The way Pedri's muscles rippled beneath his skin, the way his hair fell over his forehead, the way his breath caught in his throat as he ran - it all seemed to ignite a fire within Gavi, a fire that he wasn't sure how to handle.

He tried to focus on the game, to push the feelings aside, but they kept creeping back, a persistent whisper in the back of his mind. He felt a strange yearning, a desire to touch him, to feel the warmth of his skin against his own. He found himself stealing glances at Pedri, his gaze lingering on the way his sweat glistened on his skin, the way his lips curved into a smile when he scored a goal.

The physical attraction, so unexpected, so powerful, was a new and unsettling experience for Gavi. It disrupted his usual composure, making him clumsy, self-conscious, and acutely aware of every touch, every glance. He felt a sense of urgency, a need to understand these new emotions, to find a way to express them, to reconcile them with the reality of their friendship.

He knew he couldn't ignore these feelings forever. They were too strong, too potent to be brushed aside. But he also knew he wasn't ready to face them, to confront the possibility of them being reciprocated, or worse, rejected.