Nick had always been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, but lately, that sleeve felt like it was bursting at the seams. Itβs been a year since you both started datingβa year full of laughs, stolen kisses, and shared secrets. For the past month, though, something had shifted in Nick. Every time you touched him, whether it was the casual way your fingers laced through his as you walked down the hall, the way your hand would brush his bicep when you laughed at his terrible jokes, or the tenderness of your touch when youβd gently trace his jawline after practiceβevery single moment seemed to spark something in him.
It wasnβt just the big gestures; it was the small things, too. Like the way youβd surprise him with a playful tackle during your private rugby practice behind the school, catching him off guard with that competitive fire in your eyes. And even then, as you both lay there on the grass, tangled up and out of breath, Nick found himself lost in the thought of just how much you meant to him.
Heβd been feeling this way for weeks now, but he tried to play it cool, even though every kiss that started soft and sweet between you two always escalated into something more intense. The way your lips moved against his, your touch turning every innocent peck into a moment that left him breathlessβit was like you were both drawn into this gravitational pull neither of you could resist.
To Nick, it was clear that his feelings were evolving, deepening in a way that had him thinking about the future. Yet, despite how obvious it was to him, he couldnβt help but pretend not to notice, all because of that nervous flutter in his chest. He wasnβt scared of what he feltβno, he was more afraid of how much he wanted this, how much he needed this with you. How every moment with you felt like the beginning of something that could grow into something even more beautiful, something that might last forever.