Chapter 53 Silent confession
Uriel's POV
"Great!"
Ryder and I muttered simultaneously.
We were really sharing a room together.
Coach wasn't kidding like I told myself for days.
"I'll take the left. You'll take the right." Ryder pointed out.
"I think I like the right." Pouting, I looked up at him.
He gave me a look that said 'really?'
Then my eyes fell to the charging spot close to my bed. "Changed my mind." Chuckling, I rushed to drop my bag on the small bed.
At least, they were nice enough not to give us a single bed.
I know you guys are dying to see us share one bed.
Well, I'll be 18 in one month so yeahh... Till then.
"I think I'm regretting, Kennedy." Ryder groaned, lazily dumping his bag on the bed too
"Sorry, can't hear you!" I said in a sing-song tone, chuckling softly.
"I'll go check out the bathroom." He said, walking towards the bathroom.
My body froze, my heart beating a tattoo as thoughts pooled in my head.
Oh my goodness, Ryder and I would be sleeping together.
Like, he would watch me sleep.
Or see me on my nighties.
Then I remembered that Ryder had seen me sleep before - the night I was drugged at the party. Hell, he even put me in his dress...
I still didn't even know what happened that day because I couldn't remember all of it clearly.
"Wanna join?" Ryder's loud voice snapped me back to reality.
I blinked once and then twice before turning to him. My eyes bulged out at the sight of his hot, well sculpted abs. My mouth suddenly felt dry, my voice lost.
Only my eyes functioned and worse, they were glued to his chest.
I had seen his chest times without number but somehow, I just couldn't get over it.
It was as though it was new every morning.
Oh God, Uriel.
You're embarrassing us!!!
"You're just eye fucking me now, Kennedy. I don't think that's appropriate." Ryder's hand found my chin, holding it up softly.
"I... I wasn't eye whatever-ing you." My eyes fluttered, my cheek burning from embarrassment.
"Okay, Pinocchio." He pulled his hand away, tucking it into his pocket. His shoulder broadened, pushing his chest forward.
God, this boy was ...
Beautiful.
Sexy.
A wet dream.
"I was asking if you'd join us go sight seeing later?" His voice was low, husky.
"Going sight seeing?" I asked, my voice a little bit too loud.
Suddenly, he rushed over to me, pressing his palm against my lips. His weight crushed us until my back touched the bed.
Or maybe, my limbs grew too weak by his touch.
Definitely the latter.
I swallowed hard, my eyes boring into his dark green eyes.
"Coach will hear you." He whispered. Then slowly, he brought his hand down, resting it on my collarbone.
He didn't make an attempt to move - not like him to.
"I didn't know it was a secret." I whispered. Biting my lips afterwards in an attempt to suppress the burning sensation that arose from the way his palm pressed against my skin.
"Well, what do you say?" He asked, his index fingers drawing circles on my chest.
I placed my hand on his palm, squeezing small. His eyes still held this indifference, like he what he was doing was normal.
NONE OF THIS WAS!!!
"Kennedy?" He raised his eyebrow, telling me he was waiting for a reply.
"I... You... You're crushing me." I lied, wanting to get him off me.
"That's not true. I'm leaning on my elbow." He smirked slyly. "Is it my bare chest, Kennedy? Does it affect you?"
It's our bodies!
It's everything about how my body feels so hot, when you're this close to me.
It's everything about you, Ryder.
"I just -"
"Outside, you two!" A loud bang on the door, made us tear apart so fast that it happened like a flash of light.
See, he also knew we were doing something wrong.
"Let's live in peace?" Ryder threw a new shirt over his head. "Only for this."
"Can't promise." I shrugged, picking up his hoodie - my hoodie now - and throwing it over my head.
Holland was cold as hell.
Ryder paused for a while as he turned to face me, his eyes settled on my chest but he wasn't looking at my chest - it was the hoodie.
"Fits you... a bit." He complimented, turning away slowly - like he was forcing himself to.
"Or fits me better." I taunted, walking up to him. "Don't hoard the compliments, Roomie." Chuckling, I clapped my hand on his back
"You wish!" He held my waist delicately, pushing me outside the door.
My heart quaked at the action.
So little, yet so much impact.
"You coming?" Ryder stretched his hand out for me.
"I don't even know why I'm being dragged into athlete things." I groaned, placing my hand on his anyway.
"Because you're mine." His words were so fluent and heavy.
Was he ... Was he claiming me?
"I mean, in an academic way. Like, my assistant. You know, mine. Like, no one else is sharing you with -"
"I get it, Ry." Grinning, I nodded.
He was so cute.
His shoulder relaxed, the nervousness on his face gone.
His hand engulfed mine, holding tight like he was scared that I'd slip away if he lets go.
Me too, I squeezed back, silently telling him that I was here.
"Now we're complete." The coach said, a sly smirk on his lips as his hand fell to our entangled hand.
I tried to pull my hands away but Ryder's grip was still solid and tight.
He pulled us to sit down but then Coach later shuffled us, making us sit opposite each other.
Each time I caught him looking at me, my pulse quickened and face reddened. So, I just let my hair fall, hiding my face.
"This game is called confession."
The other teammates began to grumble - not Ryder. Our eyes locked against each other, the air thick.
Unspoken words seemed to be exchanged in the air between us but somehow, we didn't understand it.
"Write two confessions each. Let it be something related to each and everyone of you here. I just don't want bad air between y'all." Coach Ben shared pencil and paper round. "When you're done, it'll be shuffled and someone else will read it. Good?"
"Good." We all responded.
I sat straight for a while, staring at Ryder, thinking of what to confess about.
When I returned my gaze back to my paper, I felt his gaze on me.
"Submit." Coach went round, taking all our papers.
Then the game started properly.
Teammates were able to spot out who wrote what and each. Some too, were unpredictable.
My heart began to get worried as I didn't hear anything that pointed to Ryder.
Maybe he didn't write about me?
Lol... What was I expecting?
"Okayyy." Michael cleared his throat, reading out loud. "Secrets should be kept sealed and I let you down, I'm sorry."
My heart felt like a blooming rose, my eyes growing wide.
"This one say, your rival was never my type." Tim read out, shrugging.
Ryder looked at me, his pupils dilated. We stared at each other for a while, until I had to raise my paper up.
"This person says..." My eyes caught onto Ryder's bouncing feet - one he had been doing occasionally, since the game started.
Hmm
Then I glancey up to him, my eyes soft, "sorry." I cleared my throat, pinning my eyes on the paper. "It says, I'm so scared of being in the spotlight, competing. "
Everyone turned to themselves, trying to crack the code between themselves.
No one turned to him.
Because no one knew he'd be the one.
But I knew.
And he knew that I knew.
His throat bobbed down slowly as my eyes landed on him.
Oh boy.