My Boyfriend’s Handsome Teammate - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The night wrapped around me like a velvet cloak as I slipped out of the apartment building. The dim glow of a streetlight revealed Nathan's imposing silhouette beneath the oak tree—his broad shoulders and muscular frame making my pulse quicken even from twenty feet away.
I hurried toward him, my breath already coming in short gasps by the time I reached him. "Finished work?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs.
Nathan didn't answer with words. Instead, he pulled me into his arms effortlessly, one large hand smoothing down my back as I steadied my breathing.
"We still have unfinished business," he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down my spine.
Pressed against the hard planes of his chest, the thin fabric of his shirt doing nothing to hide the heat of his body, I felt my cheeks burn. Every suppressed desire I'd been ignoring flared to life.
When I finally caught my breath, he smirked—that wicked, knowing curve of his lips—and his dark gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.
Before I could protest, he guided me into the shadowy depths of Oakwood Grove.
The darkness was absolute. I couldn't see a thing—only feel the scorching heat of his breath against my skin, the way his hands claimed me like he owned me.
And God, he was a hundred times better than Oliver.
Afterward, I pushed him away before dawn, terrified of getting caught.
Back in my apartment, I stood under the shower's spray, then faced the mirror, studying my reflection. A flicker of guilt twisted in my gut. Oliver. What if he finds out?
As if summoned by my thoughts, his ringtone blared through the silence.
"Evelyn, you up? I—God, I drank too much last night. I'm so sorry I didn't take you home. I swear it won't happen again..."
His voice was thick with remorse, dripping with the same affection he always showed me. The kind of affection I didn't deserve.
Because Oliver was good to me—painfully so. He spoiled me with little surprises, worked part-time jobs just to buy me designer handbags even though he was still a student. He treated me like I was something precious.
And I'd betrayed him.
The shame hit me like a punch to the gut. Being with Oliver had been the closest thing to pure happiness I'd ever known—like rediscovering the careless joy of childhood.
But if he ever found out about Nathan... Would he leave me? The thought carved a hole in my chest, sharp and bleeding. Tears spilled over before I could stop them.
No. I couldn't lose him over one stupid mistake. I had to fix this.
"Baby? You're too quiet. Are you sick? Did you catch a cold? Damn it, this is all my fault—"
I swiped at my tears, forcing steel into my voice. "I'm fine, don't blame yourself," I lied. Then, softer: "But I've been thinking... we should go to the hospital. A full checkup. Just to be sure."
He chuckled, warm and fond. "Alright, if it'll make you happy."
But life had other plans. An important tournament came up, swallowing Oliver's time in endless training sessions for months.
I brought him lunches, playing the doting girlfriend—only to run into Nathan more often than I wanted.
After that night, he'd texted a few times, but I shut him down. Eventually, our interactions dwindled to stiff nods in passing, like we were nothing more than polite strangers.
By the time we finally made it to Metropolitan General, October had already painted the city in shades of gold and crimson.
I insisted on a full workup for Oliver—partly out of genuine concern, partly out of my own guilt. I even scheduled an exam for myself, just to be thorough.
Oliver had always dodged the topic—pride was a man's worst enemy—but he caved under my persistence.
The doctor's verdict? Not serious. Just some meds, better habits, and a positive attitude.
Relief flooded through me. I squeezed Oliver's hand, beaming up at him like we'd just won the lottery.
His results came back clean. Mine, though? Delayed until after closing. We'd have to return tomorrow.
Life got busy. I almost forgot about it—until my phone buzzed with an unknown number.
A crisp, professional voice greeted me. "Ms. Laurent?"
I hesitated. "Yes?"
"This is Nurse Carter from Metropolitan General. We need you to come in. Immediately."
I hurried toward him, my breath already coming in short gasps by the time I reached him. "Finished work?" I asked, trying to sound casual despite the way my heart hammered against my ribs.
Nathan didn't answer with words. Instead, he pulled me into his arms effortlessly, one large hand smoothing down my back as I steadied my breathing.
"We still have unfinished business," he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a shiver down my spine.
Pressed against the hard planes of his chest, the thin fabric of his shirt doing nothing to hide the heat of his body, I felt my cheeks burn. Every suppressed desire I'd been ignoring flared to life.
When I finally caught my breath, he smirked—that wicked, knowing curve of his lips—and his dark gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak.
Before I could protest, he guided me into the shadowy depths of Oakwood Grove.
The darkness was absolute. I couldn't see a thing—only feel the scorching heat of his breath against my skin, the way his hands claimed me like he owned me.
And God, he was a hundred times better than Oliver.
Afterward, I pushed him away before dawn, terrified of getting caught.
Back in my apartment, I stood under the shower's spray, then faced the mirror, studying my reflection. A flicker of guilt twisted in my gut. Oliver. What if he finds out?
As if summoned by my thoughts, his ringtone blared through the silence.
"Evelyn, you up? I—God, I drank too much last night. I'm so sorry I didn't take you home. I swear it won't happen again..."
His voice was thick with remorse, dripping with the same affection he always showed me. The kind of affection I didn't deserve.
Because Oliver was good to me—painfully so. He spoiled me with little surprises, worked part-time jobs just to buy me designer handbags even though he was still a student. He treated me like I was something precious.
And I'd betrayed him.
The shame hit me like a punch to the gut. Being with Oliver had been the closest thing to pure happiness I'd ever known—like rediscovering the careless joy of childhood.
But if he ever found out about Nathan... Would he leave me? The thought carved a hole in my chest, sharp and bleeding. Tears spilled over before I could stop them.
No. I couldn't lose him over one stupid mistake. I had to fix this.
"Baby? You're too quiet. Are you sick? Did you catch a cold? Damn it, this is all my fault—"
I swiped at my tears, forcing steel into my voice. "I'm fine, don't blame yourself," I lied. Then, softer: "But I've been thinking... we should go to the hospital. A full checkup. Just to be sure."
He chuckled, warm and fond. "Alright, if it'll make you happy."
But life had other plans. An important tournament came up, swallowing Oliver's time in endless training sessions for months.
I brought him lunches, playing the doting girlfriend—only to run into Nathan more often than I wanted.
After that night, he'd texted a few times, but I shut him down. Eventually, our interactions dwindled to stiff nods in passing, like we were nothing more than polite strangers.
By the time we finally made it to Metropolitan General, October had already painted the city in shades of gold and crimson.
I insisted on a full workup for Oliver—partly out of genuine concern, partly out of my own guilt. I even scheduled an exam for myself, just to be thorough.
Oliver had always dodged the topic—pride was a man's worst enemy—but he caved under my persistence.
The doctor's verdict? Not serious. Just some meds, better habits, and a positive attitude.
Relief flooded through me. I squeezed Oliver's hand, beaming up at him like we'd just won the lottery.
His results came back clean. Mine, though? Delayed until after closing. We'd have to return tomorrow.
Life got busy. I almost forgot about it—until my phone buzzed with an unknown number.
A crisp, professional voice greeted me. "Ms. Laurent?"
I hesitated. "Yes?"
"This is Nurse Carter from Metropolitan General. We need you to come in. Immediately."
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