Desired by All and He Threw Away 101

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Chapter 101

Taylor pov

The ball arcs toward me before I even realize he’s thrown it.Aiden doesn’t shout my name or give me a second to prepare. He just sends it sailing in a clean, perfect spiral, the kind that slices through the bright midday air with

a soft hiss.

Instinct kicks in before thought does.my fingers close around the rough leather at the last moment the jolt running up my palms in a way that feels painfully familiar.

i look up at him breath sticking somewhere in my chest.

he stands a few yards away hands loose at his sides eyes fixed on me like he’s waiting for something far bigger than a simple catch.sunlight reflects off the freshly painted field lines heat stretching across the grass where clusters of kids run around darting between tables and activity stations.

somewhere nearby a group of parents laughs as they hand out sandwiches the smell of warm bread drifting across the breeze.

the event is still in full swing voices rising paint brushes clattering little feet thudding across the turf. No cameras are pointed at us now. No crew crowds the edges of our space. No one is positioning us or telling us

where to stand.

It’s just us.Which somehow makes this even harder to understand.

Aiden steps closer. Not enough to crowd me, just enough that I feel the quiet weight of his attention settle over my skin.

“I want to teach you,” he says. His voice is low, almost careful. “Football. You and me. Let’s… play together.”

the words hang in the air between us delicate and heavy all at once.i blink certain i misheard him.

“You want to… teach me?“my voice barely reaches the space between us. speaking louder feels like it might shatter something im not sure im allowed to touch.

He nodded.

No bright charm. No TV–ready grin. Not even one of his half smiles that seem to come and go like breath.just pure sincerity sitting on him like a second skin.that scares me more than anything else ever could.

because this- this is the kind of offer that means something.and nothing between us has been simple for a long time.

my pulse stumbles in my throat as a flicker of doubt works its way through my chest. “is this for the cameras?” The question falls out before I can stop it. “Or for the documentary?

I don’t know… some moment they can edit in later? Aiden Kincaid helping the girl who lost her dream?”

His expression doesn’t shift. Not even a twitch.

I search his face anyway, hunting for the polished charm he wears like armor whenever the world watches him too closely. The soft curve of the easy smile he gives fans.

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The effortlessly warm tone he uses around reporters. The relaxed confidence that tells everyone he’s fine even when he’s breaking.

But none of that is here.

His posture isn’t posed.

His eyes aren’t brightening for the lens. His shoulders aren’t squared into the perfect golden–boy silhouette.he is simply standing in front of me unguarded steady and real.

my heart gives a slow uneven thud.

(( ‘you dont have to do that,” i murmur. i cant make myself look away from him.

dont have to pretend.”

the breeze lifts a few strands of hair across my cheek as i wait for the contradiction the confusion the irritation that should follow a statement like that. Something.

But Aiden doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t bristle. He doesn’t pull back into himself. He just says, quietly and with no hesitation, “I’m not pretending.”

something twists under my breastbone sharp and vulnerable.i stand there gripping the football like its the only thing keeping me anchored to the ground.

the air shifts around us warm from the fading sun and tinged with the green sweet scent of cut grass.my fingers curl unconsciously against the laces recognizing their shape their texture.a muscle memory wakes up inside me small but insistent.

It aches. It thrills.it makes my chest tighten in a way i dont know how to handle.

i havent held a ball like this in years.Not since the field stopped feeling safe.not since i walked away and convinced myself that leaving didnt break something important.

his eyes track the way my fingers clamp around the ball like hes reading every twitch in my grip.he catches the flicker of recognition before i can hide it that quick surge of wanting that flashes through me like an exposed nerve.i try to bury it but it shows anyway.

Of course it does.

Something shifts in his face. Not pity. Not regret. Those are loud emotions, the kind you can spot from a mile away.this one is quieter warmer almost careful.he looks at me like hes recognizing someone i forgot imused to be someone im not sure i have the right to miss.

and for a second i swear he wants to call that version of me back.“Aiden…” I start, but the rest dissolves before it makes it out. My throat just… closes.

He steps in, not dramatic, not charged, just steady. Close enough that I can see the light catch in the gold flecks of his eyes. He doesn’t pitch a speech. Doesn’t frame it as a moment. Doesn’t reach for some cute line to tie us together.

He just stays there, still and open, letting the quiet settle instead of running from it.The truth rises between us,

soft but solid.

He wants me to reclaim what slipped out of my hands.Not just the game.Not just the confidence that used to live

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in my bones.

Me.

realizing it punches the air right out of my chest.

i meet his stare, held in place by disbelief and something else pushing up under it. Something dangerous.it feels like hope but the brittle kind the kind that breaks easier than it grows.the kind i dont dare lean into unless im sure it wont vanish the second i reach for it.

“Why?“The word slips out before i can reel it back. “why are you doing this?”

he doesnt flinch.doesnt shift his weight or soften the hard line of his shoulde steadying something inside me that wont stop shaking.

s my gaze like hes

then something flickers across his face.small honest unguarded. “because you deserve to do what you use to love doing.”

The field folds around us quieter than it was a minute ago.grass shivers against my ankles.

volunteers murmur as they load boxes into trucks.a ribbon of wind brushes past my ear cool enough to raise a line of goosebumps down my arms.everything feels dimmed under the weight of his words like the world knows it should hush for a second.

I swallow but my throat stays tight. ” i dont know if i can.”

“thats why im here.“his voice dips soft enough that i almost lean in to catch it.

something shifts in me.a slow careful click.like hes just placed something delicate in my hands trusting me to hold it without breaking it.i dont know what to do with that.i dont know how to accept a kindness that feels this precise this intentional.