FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 70 :: Te amo

The city lights twinkled below, a constellation of human activity against the velvet backdrop of the night sky. The air was cool, carrying the scent of salt and the distant hum of the city. Gavi stood beside Pedri, the wind whipping strands of his hair across his face. He felt a familiar pang of nervousness, a fluttering in his chest that had become a constant companion ever since he'd invited Pedri to this cliff.

He'd chosen this spot for a reason. It was secluded, offering a sense of privacy, a space where they could be alone, away from the prying eyes of the world. The panoramic view of the city, the vast expanse of the sea, and the fiery hues of the setting sun seemed to create a space for vulnerability, a stage for honesty.

Gavi stole a glance at Pedri, his heart skipping a beat as he caught the other man's gaze. Pedri was staring out at the horizon, his profile illuminated by the last rays of the setting sun. His face was serene, his expression thoughtful, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. Gavi felt a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling of contentment that he hadn't experienced in a long time.

He wanted to capture this moment, to freeze it in time, to hold onto the feeling of being close to Pedri, to feel the warmth of his presence, the way his laughter echoed in the silence, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled.

He took a deep breath, the air filling his lungs, a sense of purpose settling within him. He had to do this. He had to tell Pedri how he felt, to let the words tumble out of his mouth, to break free from the chains of his own hesitation.

He reached out, his hand brushing against Pedri's, his fingers tracing the outline of Pedri's hand. He felt a jolt of electricity, a spark that ignited a fire within him. He held Pedri's gaze, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath catching in his throat.

"Pedri," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the sound of the waves crashing against the shore.

Pedri turned, his eyes meeting Gavi's, a question hanging in the air. Gavi felt a wave of heat rush through him, his cheeks burning with a blush that he couldn't hide.

He took a step closer, his hand tightening around Pedri's. He felt the warmth of Pedri's skin against his, the gentle pressure of his fingers interlacing with his own. He felt a sense of connection, a pull that drew him closer, a desire to be closer, to feel Pedri's presence more intensely.

"I... I have something to tell you," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Pedri's expression softened, his eyes filled with a gentle curiosity. He leaned in, his face inches away from Gavi's, his breath warm against Gavi's skin.

Gavi felt a surge of courage, a determination to be honest, to be true to himself. He looked into Pedri's eyes, searching for understanding, for acceptance.

"I... I think about you a lot," he confessed, his voice a mere whisper. "Since the first time we met, I can't stop thinking about you. The way you play, the way you smile, the way you make me feel..."

He trailed off, his voice catching in his throat. He felt a lump forming in his chest, a mixture of emotions swirling within him. He wanted to say more, to express the depth of his feelings, to tell Pedri how he felt his heart skip a beat every time Pedri smiled, how he found himself drawn to Pedri's quiet intensity, his gentle smile, the way he lit up when he was on the field.

Pedri's eyes widened slightly, his expression a mixture of surprise and curiosity. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Gavi's skin.

"Gavi," he whispered, his voice soft and melodious. "What are you trying to say?"

Gavi took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew this was it. He had to be brave. He had to be honest. He had to tell Pedri how he felt.