The Weekend Reunion
It had been months since Alexander had moved to the capital, and the anticipation of his visit felt like a physical weight in my chest. When he finally arrived at my house for the weekend, he seemed different. He was dressed more formally, his gaze more focused, and an air of maturity clung to him that hadn’t been there before. Yet, the moment we stepped outside to play basketball, the tension between us snapped into something familiar and electric.
As we fought for the ball, the game became a pretext for touch. He hugged me tightly, his arms sliding down to grip my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel the heat of his body through our clothes, and his hands wandered with a bold confidence, grazing my thighs and the curve of my backside. When we finally sat down to catch our breath, he began to massage my legs, his smile knowing and playful. The ice was broken, and the dormant desire between us ignited into a passionate flame that consumed the rest of the weekend.