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You know better than to fall for a footballer.
You know better than to let your eyes linger when he's sweating under stadium lights. Better than to notice the way his hands move when he talks. Better than to memorize the sound of his laugh, or the exact expression he wears when he looks at you like he knows something you don't.
You know better.
Fares Chaibi, unfortunately, has never been particularly good for your judgment.
What starts as a few too-long conversations and a little too much chemistry becomes something neither of you has a name for-and neither of you is brave enough to stop.
Because sometimes the most dangerous thing between two people isn't what they do.
It's what they keep pretending they don't want.