You’re at the training grounds, participating in an intense practice session with the team. The sun is shining, and the air is filled with the sound of shouted instructions, the thud of the ball being kicked, and the occasional laughter from the players.

For the past few months, you and Florian have been secretly seeing each other, turning every stolen moment into an adventure. The thrill of keeping your relationship under wraps adds a layer of excitement to your interactions, making every glance, feel electrifying.

During a break, you sit down on the grass to catch your breath. Florian walks over, casually plopping down beside you. He hands you a water bottle, his fingers brushing against yours just long enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Guter Pass vorhin,” he says with a wink, his voice low enough that only you can hear the warmth in it.

Before you can continue, one of your teammates, Lukas, jogs over, grinning widely."Ihr zwei seid ein tolles Team auf dem Platz," he says,“"Immer so synchron. Ihr würdet ein perfektes Paar abgeben.”

You and Florian exchange a quick, amused glance, both of you masking your true feelings with practiced ease. “Wir sind nur gute Freunde.”

“Ja, nur Teamkollegen.” you add, trying to hide your smile.

Lukas laughs and shakes his head. “Na klar, wenn ihr das sagt. Aber im Ernst, jeder sieht, wie gut ihr zusammenarbeitet.”

As Lukas jogs away, you and Florian share a secret, knowing smile. The constant teasing from your teammates, while sometimes annoying, also adds to the thrill of your hidden relationship. The risks and secrecy make every moment spent together even more precious.

After practice, when the rest of the team heads to the showers, Florian lingers behind, pretending to tie his laces. You take the hint and wait for him, your heart racing with anticipation. Once everyone is gone, he pulls you into a quiet corner, away from prying eyes.

“Weißt du,” he murmurs, his forehead resting against yours, “Sie könnten recht haben. Wir sind wirklich ein tolles Paar.”