37.

Even after realising that my lies were surely catching up to me, that it wasn't long before people started to notice my weird behaviours, especially Sam, I still couldn't stop running back to him.

Addictions don't give you that freedom.

The freedom to end a wrong thing, and go back to the way your life was before.

And so we kept going - not to spite Sam, or Yasmine, or anyone for that matter.

But because we simply couldn't get enough.

I tug on my skirt and smooth out the wrinkles in my tank top, before warning Theo to not follow me out there straight away.

Noticing my discomfort at the length of the skirt still, his lips pull into a mocking smirk.

"You could just take it off."

"You're gross," I giggle, and he grabs a hold of my waist, pulling me back to him.

"Theo!" I complain, trying to detach his hands from my body and return to the field in time for the second half.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he said, a hint of annoyance clear in his tone.