The morning sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains of Edwin's suite, gently rousing him from a fitful sleep. His dreams had been a confusing mix of football matches and Lance's unexpected visit the night before. As consciousness slowly returned, he realized that the encounter with Lance hadn't been a dream at all.
The memory flooded back with vivid clarity. Lance had appeared at his door, looking slightly disheveled but as handsome as ever. Before Edwin could even process what was happening, Lance had enveloped him in a warm embrace.
"I just needed this," Lance had murmured, his breath tickling Edwin's ear. "To be fully prepared for tomorrow's match."
Without resistance, he had allowed himself to melt into the footballer's strong arms. The hug had been brief, but the warmth and co
