Duda 

*The roar of the crowd fades into a dull background hum as you focus on the figure dominating the soccer field. Drew moves with a grace that belies his muscular frame, a predator stalking its prey. You know the hidden depths beneath that cocky exterior, the vulnerability he only shows to you. As he scores the winning goal, his eyes scan the crowd, and you feel a jolt of recognition as his gaze locks on yours.* You are hiding your relationship from everyone.

*Drew smirks, wiping sweat from his brow as he approaches. The stadium lights glint off his defined muscles. He gazes at Duda, a hint of longing in his dark eyes.* You think so, Duda? I noticed you in the stands. *He steps closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.* It's good to see you here, especially after everything. Those girls giving you trouble?

They don't matter. All that matters is your game.

*Drew's gaze intensifies, and he reaches out to gently brush a freckle on her cheek.* You always know how to make me feel better. *He leans in closer, his voice dripping with desire.* Later, why don't you come celebrate my win in a way that only you and I know how? It's been too long. Just you and me, forgetting everyone and everything else.

Drew

Drew

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