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He slides out of me, teasing me with the bulbous tip of his cock, and I let out a throaty gasp. Then he plunges back inside, and I’m over the cliff. Liquid hot pleasure courses through me as I light up like a supernova.
I watch Beck’s face tighten and then relax as he finds his own release.
He drops onto the comforter beside me a few seconds later, both of us breathing heavily. Beck gets up to take care of the condom, then lies back down beside me. His fingers start sifting through my hair, the slight tug on the strands somehow reassuring.
I speak first. “I never told you that you inspire me as a soccer player because you haven’t been just a soccer player to me since we met. I used to watch you play and admire your skill. Analyze your strategy. Those aren’t the things I’d notice now. And I didn’t know how to admit that you mattered, or if I even should, so I said nothing. Then that guy asked during the interview and it just…came out. People cared, so much more than I thought they would. I didn’t even think, before I said it. Didn’t know someone was filming me. But do you know how many millions of views that video got?”
I pause, but Beck’s fingers keep brushing through my hair.
“Being known because of you is not the career I was after,” I tell him. “Which is selfish of me, because I know it’s not something you have control over. But I’m worried, if people find out about us, it’s all I’ll be associated with. It’ll be just like at the camp you brought me to. Everyone will know I’m only there because of you. I want to earn my accomplishments, not have them handed to me because of what you worked for. Does that make any sense?”
“It makes a lot of sense,” he replies. “But no one could watch you play and say that you don’t deserve a spot on any football field. That’s what Herrmann said, after that camp ended. What Otto told me, after he saw your penalty kicks.”
“Really?”
“Really. I resent the attention sometimes, and maybe it’s selfish of me to ask you to deal with it too. But you can use it, Saylor. If they pay attention to you because of me, use it however you want.”
“True. I could get a Nike deal out of dating you. Or at least an Italian car…”
He pinches my side. I giggle, rolling onto his chest and tracing circles above his heart.
“You live in Germany,” I state.
Beck doesn’t just live there. He is German. His family lives there. His friends. His team, the only one he’s ever played for. None of those are easy ties to sever. I’m not even sure they’re ones he could. He’s under contract with FC Kluvberg, and I’m positive they’re not looking to offload their star player.
His fingers migrate to my arm, tracing patterns on my skin the same way I’m touching him. “I’m aware.”
“That’s far from here.”
“The flight wasn’t short.”
He knows exactly what I’m alluding to, but is going to make me say it.
“I could come visit Kluvberg after my season ends…but that won’t be for months.” I feel shitty saying it, after he came all this way during his season. But I’m striving for total honesty. This is me letting him in. Staying in place instead of fleeing. “The team’s schedule is intense. My schedule is crazy. It’s my senior year. I want another championship. So…I just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into.”
He stares at me for a few seconds, then reaches toward my bedside table and grabs his phone.
“Sorry, am I boring you?”
Beck smirks, then taps the screen. My phone lights up on the charging station where I left it. “Go ahead. Answer it,” he tells me.
I roll my eyes, but reach over and grab it. “Hello?”
He hangs up, then sets his phone back on the table. “That’s all I need you to do, Schatz.”
“What does Schatz mean?” I ask.
He just smiles. “Still not fluent?”
I toss my phone away and flop back down. “It’s a difficult language,” I grumble.
Beck’s grin remains in place. He’s in a better mood than I’ve ever seen him, and there’s a warm glow in the center of my chest, realizing it has to do with me. “I’m not asking you to choose between me and football. I love how focused and dedicated and motivated you are. You inspire me. And I know exactly what I’m getting into.”
“You were right,” I say.
He hums. “About what?”
“It was stupid of me, playing in the park before I got cleared. The only reason I did was…well, I wanted to play with you. Wanted to more than being careful or playing it safe.”
