Your family and Sascha's go together on a trip to Paris. Will something happen between you and this conceited and spoilt tennis player or will it all end in a huge family fight?
It took me a while to finally understad how the game was developing. It wouldn't have taken me that long if I could manage to look at the complete court and not only Sascha's side. But I was so into what was going on down there. I stared at him as if that would somehow make him hit the ball harder. It was really interesting but I couldn't figure out whether I was enjoying myself or suffering.
Apparently, after having played 3 games, the players could take some minutes to rest in their own seats. Those were the worst moments of the match. The boxes in which we were sitting were exactly across Sascha's seat, so every time he sat down to drink a little water and rest, his eyes were right in front of us. Although I'm sure hebwas too concentrated to actually notice us, his two blue eyeballs made me feel as though one of those big ESPN cameras were pointing right at me and every single person in the world could see my expression. It made me even more nervous even though I was so far away.
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For the next minutes I tried to concentrate on something other than the game. I focused on several golden chains that were hanging from Sascha's neck and dangled every time he moved across the court. I payed attention to how swift and measured his movements were, as though it was a well rehearsed coreography. I must have looked like a fool; I was really hypnotized.
Sascha won the first set after 40 minutes of play, and although the sun was already down, he started to sweat a lot. It showed in his face and his t-shirt. It was his turn to serve, and after hitting the ball twice before tossing it in the air, he lifted the bottom of his t-shirt to clean his sweaty chin, unvealing a very well toned body.
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I opened my eyes wide in astonishment; I guess it took me by surprise to see that the little Sascha that pushed me in my father's birthday wasn't so little anymore. Every time my parents talked about him I pictured him with that baby face. It was obvious he had changed after all this time.
This set was much more relaxing to watch and Sascha soon won the match. For the first time, he turned round and looked at us with both his fists in the air. And then his eyes met mine. A shy smile appeared in his face.
I got inspired so here's chapter three!! Hope you like it. They will finally meet in the next one!! 💗💗💗
