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“Eight pm.”
“Eight pm.” I promise.
With a small wave, I leave him there and rejoin the hallway.
I look at my phone and gape when I realize the lunch hour is almost over.
Our time in the closet felt like it lasted the flash of an instant, not an hour.
???
When I walk onto the pitch at ten minutes before five, Rhys is already waiting for me, a protein bar and a banana in his right hand.
He hands them to me as I close the distance between us.
“Eat.” He commands.
I take them and peel the banana before taking a large bite as his eyes don’t leave mine.
“Is this because I didn’t eat lunch?”
“Yes. You need to keep your strength up for practice.” He says, his gaze dropping to look at my mouth as I close it around the banana. “Plus I’m about to add another form of strenuous exercise to your already busy schedule so you need to have energy.” He growls, before smirking, “I’m glad we’ve been working on your stamina.”
I almost choke on the banana at the dark intent clear in his voice. He wasn’t shy before about telling me the things he wanted to do to me, but now that we’ve crossed that line I feel like I’m just learning how deep his obsession runs.
“No dirty talk during practice, Mack. Save it for later.”
“Alright.”
I walk past him to drop my bag near the bench and he grabs my ass as I do. When I turn to face him, he’s got his hands up, his face the picture of affected innocence.
“I just needed one for the road since I have to be professional for the next hour.” He says, cheekily.
“You’ll live.” I say with an eye roll.
“Barely.” He replies, drolly, and I can’t help but laugh.
He brings up the Notes app on his phone and turns it towards me. “Alright, here’s the plan for today…”
An hour and a half later, I fall the ground and lay on my back, exhausted. He grins at me and then joins me like he always does.
We lay in companionable silence as we catch our breath, both of us looking at the stars in the sky above us.
It’s crazy how clear they are over here. They shine bright and so close to us, it feels like I could reach out and touch them if I wanted to.
“What do you think happens when we die?” I ask him.
“I don’t know.”
“Think about it.” I ask, turning my head to look at him. “I want to know what you think.”
And he does. He bends his arm behind his neck and rests his head on it as he looks up at the sky, deep in thought.
“We probably become plants. Unsentient living things with automatic renewal cycles. Maybe we feed the next generations of humans on earth.”
I hum, acknowledging his response. “Very rational.”
“What about you?”
