USWNT: A New Era

Chapter 25: Crossing the Line

Sakina's POV: 

As the door opened, our eyes met, and everything else seemed to disappear. For a second, neither of us said a word. The tension between us was thick, a silent acknowledgment of everything that had been left unsaid for so long.

Y/N stepped aside, motioning for me to come in. I walked into the room, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The room was quiet, the muted sounds of the celebration outside barely audible. The atmosphere was charged, but there was also a strange sense of calm, like we both knew exactly what was going to happen but neither of us was in a rush to get there.

"Congrats again," I said, breaking the silence, my voice softer than usual. Y/N smirked, closing the door behind me.

"Thanks." Her tone was casual, but there was a certain weight to it, a tension that crackled in the air between us.

I stood in the centre of the room, unsure of what to do with my hands, my heart still racing from the anticipation. Y/N took a few steps forward, closing the space between us. She was standing so close now, I could feel the heat radiating off her skin, smell the faint scent of her shampoo mixed with the lingering freshness from her shower.

"You didn't come to the party," she said, her voice low, almost teasing.

"I didn't feel like celebrating with everyone else," I replied, my heart pounding in my chest. "I wanted to... I don't know, I just wanted to talk."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her eyes flicking over my face, searching for something. "Just talk?"

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, and I couldn't help but smile. "You know that's not why I'm here."

That was all it took. Her smirk widened into a grin, and I felt her fingers brush lightly against my arm. The touch was so soft, so brief, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

Without thinking, I stepped closer, closing the last bit of distance between us, my hand resting on her chest, feeling the steady beat of her heart beneath my palm. I looked up into her eyes, and there was no doubt left in my mind about what we both wanted.

Her hand cupped the side of my face, her thumb brushing against my cheek as her eyes darkened with something deeper, more intense. The air around us seemed to hum with anticipation, each breath we took in sync, as if we were on the verge of crossing a line that neither of us could come back from.

I leaned in, closing the gap between us, and our lips met—soft at first, hesitant, like we were testing the waters. But that hesitation didn't last long. The kiss deepened, and all the unspoken words, all the tension that had been building over the past weeks, finally found their release.

I wrapped my arms around her neck, pulling her closer as the kiss grew more heated, more desperate. Y/N's hands slid down my back, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Everything else faded away—our teams, the tournament, the outside world. It was just us, finally giving in to the pull that had been drawing us together for so long.

We stumbled back towards the bed, our lips never breaking contact, the urgency between us growing with each passing second.

But just as we reached the edge of the bed, Y/N pulled back slightly, her breathing heavy, her forehead resting against mine. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her voice husky, her breath warm against my skin.

I smiled, my heart swelling with affection and desire. "I've never been more sure of anything."

And with that, we crossed the line.