Invisible String

XI - Player of the Game

"Bea, congratulations, the team had to win this match. You were going up against a formidable CMFT squad. Tell me how did you cope with the pressure and stay composed?" Bea just humbly smiled.

"Uhm, malaking bagay na kasama ko sa court yung mga teammates ko na talagang di ako pinapabayaan. They're really by my side and all throughout they guided me, so yung confidence ko galing sa kanila, galing sa coaches ko." Bea waved at the audience and smiled at them, proud of what they had accomplished.

"And of course, as crucial naman this match is, tell me how it felt like going up against your team, the Choco Mucho Flying Titans?"

"Uhm, at some point talagang kinakabahan rin talaga ako, pero nag pray talaga ako kay Lord na ma handle ko siya ng maayos and to give me the grace to be able to handle this well. So, 'yon nagpapasalamat lang rin talaga ako na nandito tayo sa point na 'to ngayon."

"Alright, congratulations once again to Bea de Leon of the Creamline Cool Smashers, she's your best player of the game with 9 points from 6 attacks and 3 blocks!"

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We just got home from Wolfgang where we had good steak and a few glasses of wine.

I was putting our training bag into the cabinet when Bea entered the bathroom. She insisted that we shower together since it should be her reward for being the best POG and winning against CMFT. Which I just laughed off and shrugged.

I had finished arranging our stuff when my eyes darted to the bathroom door, it hadn't been that long since Bea went in.

I took a quick gulp and then went to the bathroom. There was a glass divider between the shower and the toilet area. I could see Bea's reflection through the divider covered in fog, just standing still as the water drips continuously from her hair down to her chest.

I shook my head immediately, probably from the wine that I had consumed. I was staring at Bea just enjoying that shower when I decided to strip off my clothes and join her inside.

—- 🔞🔞🔞 —-

Bea was oblivious to my presence until I opened the shower glass.

"L-love," she stares at me in disbelief as I join her in the shower, fully naked.

"Congratulations, my love!" I exclaimed, rising on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around her neck. Gazing into her eyes, I caught a sparkling swirl of desire, longing, and love—an intoxicating mix that took my breath away. 

I gently tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling the silky strands glide through my fingers. With a tenderness that contrasted the quickening pulse in my chest, I leaned in and planted a soft, feathery kiss on her lips. The touch was fleeting, but it lingered in the air between us, igniting a spark of desire and a deep longing that resonated in the silence of the moment.

"I love you, Cait," Bea whispered, looking so drunk. I knew it was not the wine that we had to get her this drunk; it was not the alcohol-drunk type; it was something far more intense, more dangerous to ignite the desire in her eyes.