Until Her

Until Her

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Elowen Roux is twenty four, confident, stubborn, and convinced she knows exactly who she is. For four years, she has played beside Leah Williamson for both Arsenal and England. Four years of shared changing rooms, away buses, late night texts, inside jokes, stolen hoodies, and the kind of friendship that made everyone around them raise an eyebrow. But Elowen always laughed it off. She was straight. Leah was her best friend. That was all it had ever been. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. When England camp begins and a room mix up leaves Elowen and Leah sharing one hotel room with only one bed, everything they have spent years ignoring starts to feel impossible to hide. Leah is careful, controlled, and determined not to cross a line. Elowen is confused by the way her heart reacts every time Leah pulls away. Because sleeping beside your best friend should feel normal. Missing her touch should not. And when the lights go out, the truth becomes harder to avoid. Elowen swore she was straight. Until Leah stopped feeling like just a friend.
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