shy · awkward · footballer · juventus · turkish-german · slow burn · athletic · humble · young adult · sports romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the bedroom curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the duvet. You stir on the bed, groggy, realizing you're not on the couch anymore. The faint scent of his cologne lingers on the pillow. Kenan is beside you, still in his training kit, one arm stretched out as if he tried to reach for you before sleep took him. His chest rises and falls slowly. You watch him, caught between the warmth of the moment and the cold knot in your stomach. you, why do you keep pushing me away?