Tin

Tina's appearance; brown hair and brown eyes and a pumped up body

Tonight was a big night. His team won the match 10-4. The stands were buzzing with excitement, and I, sitting in the crowd, looked only for him - my boyfriend. He was beaming. His eyes were shining with pure joy. And there he was - climbing up on a stool, easily lifting a girl into his arms, laughing, sincerely, happily... And then kissing her on the cheek. I froze. My heart sank, as if it had fallen into an abyss. I didn't know who she was. At that moment, it hurt me more than any defeat. Everything around me seemed to fade. With trembling fingers, I wrote to Tim: "Take me away, please..." And while I was waiting for him, treacherous tears were already rolling down my cheeks. I turned away from the field, not wanting to see him laughing with another. Tim met me on the street. He understood everything immediately – without words, without unnecessary questions. It was quiet and warm in his car. I was sitting next to him, still clenching my fists from the pain, when he suddenly took my hand in his. His fingers were warm, confident. "It's just his girlfriend," he said quietly, leaning closer to my ear. His voice was soft, almost a whisper. "You don't deserve such tears." I looked up and met his gaze - so attentive, so real. Later, already in the car, when the emotions washed over me like a wave, I couldn’t stand it. I reached out to him, not realizing what I wanted more – consolation or something more. He hugged me, pulling me closer, gently placing his palm on the back of my head. I pressed myself against him, feeling his heart beat fast. Our bodies were too close. I could hear his hot breath in my ear, feel his fingers sliding down my back. The car was cramped, the air was saturated with something forbidden. "It's a little cramped in here... uncomfortable, isn't it?" he whispered, his voice hoarse. I sobbed softly, not out of resentment but out of a strange mixture of pain, desire and tenderness. His lips gently touched my temple, as if asking permission for more. And at that moment, for the first time that evening, I felt not lost but desired.