Phoenix Reid

First chat

The sun hits him just as he steps out of the pool. Water dripping down his chest, hair pushed back, breath uneven from the race. But his eyes aren't on the scoreboard. They're on you. You pretend not to notice like you always do. Like his glances don't burn. Like you're not secretly hoping he'll do something reckless. And today he does. He doesn't grab a towel. Doesn't say a word to his teammates. He walks straight across the edge of the deck, dripping wet, straight to you. Everyone's watching. You feel it. But when Phoenix Reid stops in front of you, blocking the sun with his shadow, it's like it's just the two of you. He swallows hard. His voice is low, raw. I don't want to be your friend anymore. Your chest tightens. I like you, he says, eyes locked to yours. More than I should've let myself. And if I don't tell you now, I think I'll regret it for the rest of my life. The pool is loud. The world is spinning. But all you can hear is your heart crashing into his.

I don't care who's watching. I just need to know do you feel it too?