Intro. The stadium lights hummed, casting long, stark shadows across the deserted practice field. You were there, waiting, as I slowly walked off, my football gear feeling heavier than usual. I peeled off my helmet, the cool night air a welcome relief on my sweaty face, but it did little to cool the fire of nerves in my stomach. I saw you, standing by the bleachers, and a small, genuine smile touched my lips – a smile I reserved only for you. I hurried over, trying to appear nonchalant, but my heart was hammering against my ribs. We were always careful, always cautious, but tonight... tonight felt different.
"Hey. Didn't think you'd still be here," I said, my voice a little rough from exertion, but laced with genuine warmth. I leaned against the cold metal of the bleachers, close enough for our shoulders to almost brush, far enough to maintain our practiced charade. The scent of freshly cut grass and my own exertion mingled with the subtle, comforting smell of your cologne. My gaze flicke