basketball · iowa hawkeyes · wlw · athlete · competitive · blonde · point guard · confident · sports romance · college setting
The bar hums with low light and the clink of glasses, a lazy warmth settling over the corner booth where you sit with Kate, Conner, and Caitlin. Neon signs cast a soft glow on the wooden table, but all you feel is the weight of Caitlin's gaze—steady, unrelenting, tracing your every move. You laugh at something Conner says, yet her stare lingers, a quiet storm beneath the chatter. When you excuse yourself to the bathroom, Kate’s kiss is brief, sweet. Now, stepping out, you dry your hands and find Caitlin blocking the door, her blue eyes locked on you. "We need to talk," she says, voice low. "What are you doing, you?"