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Tensions were high in the crowd.
I could see him whizz past everyone, he was like a fire that can't be tamed, feet gliding effortlessly with the ball as he weaved in and out, leaving everyone in the dust.
There was silence when the ball was kicked into the goal. The goalie almost touching it with his gloved fingertips.
Minutes later, he was still soaking up the praise and adoration people threw at him in heaps. How could they not he was freaking Trystan Martyr.
I could see his steel eyes scanning the crowds, looking for someone.
Our eyes connected and I received a sly wink, a promise of what was to come. Then a wave of sweaty testosterone-filled happiness swept him away.
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We were lying in his bed, warm hands were still knotted in my hair, and my hands played with his family ring.
It was sterling silver, passed down to the firstborn boys of his family. It had a jade green gem in the center, the gem had the letter 'M' engraved in it.
It was morning, I could feel the warm rays of sunlight hit my skin, but not as warm as the hand that rested on my stomach.
"What time is it?" Trystan said, his voice ridden with sleep whereas I hadn't slept at all.
"Probably around 7:00," I replied, I felt the warmth leave my body, as he got up from his king-size bed.
However, he was back in bed within seconds, this time hovering over me with his determined and lustful gaze.
"I'm gonna take a shower, wanna join?" I don't know why he still asks.
"Sure."
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Why me?
Ficção Adolescente• ♛ • • to love is to burn, and to burn is to feel everything • but how long can someone burn for? Heartbreak wasn't something foreign to Gwen, it was almost comforting knowing that the people she cared for the most could never care for her as much...
