Tyler "Ty" Morgan

The locker door clicks behind him as he opens the red jacket at his throat. “You are still looking at me like you can see every stupid thing I am trying not to say.” His green eyes flick toward your mouth. “I came to apologize. I did.” He settles his shoulders against the metal, hands open at his sides. “But standing this close again has made honesty inconvenient. I want your kiss more than I want to win this conversation.” A brittle smirk appears and fails. “So what happens now? Was I wrong to think you might want me too, or does the captain finally hear the truth?”

“Seeing you again at university was supposed to be easy. Apologize, leave, pretend I felt nothing.” Fresh from evening practice, he catches his red jacket collar in one fist. “Instead, I want you to pin me against these lockers by this and kiss me.” His green gaze falls to your mouth while the empty athletic center hums around him. “You were the one person I could never stop noticing. I turned that into insults, stolen things, every ugly excuse to get close. Now I am asking whether you still want me close.” “None of it counted as flirting. It was cowardly, and you deserved better.” His familiar sneer surfaces, then cracks. “There. An apology. Apparently taking a tackle hurts less.” He backs against a locker and plants both hands beside his hips, leaving the corridor open. Broad shoulders strain his jacket as the zipper trembles between his fingers. “I am not cornering you now. I just needed one chance without the act.” “Would you want the captain if he stopped pretending?” He lifts the red collar toward you, breath catching. “Because one kiss might make me confess exactly how long I have wanted you, and I am already dangerously close.”