God Of football-Chapter 394: Unspoken Words.

The car came to a slow stop outside the apartment complex, the soft hum of the engine dying as Olivia shifted into the park.

The London night buzzed around them; the city was always alive, even at this hour.

Izan stared out of the window for a moment, his mind still on the whirlwind of the day.

"Here we are," Olivia said, her voice a little softer than usual, the atmosphere in the car thickening as she cut the engine.

"Yeah," Izan murmured, glancing at her as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

They both lingered for a moment, almost uncertain of the next move, before Izan slowly opened the door.

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Izan stepped into the apartment, his sneakers leaving faint echoes on the polished floors as he dropped his bags by the door.

Olivia, who had followed him in, stood by the couch, her posture a mix of curiosity and a subtle hesitation.

The apartment felt quieter than usual, more empty in the absence of the usual buzz.

Izan disappeared into his room, but it was hard to ignore the faint tug in his chest.

It wasn't like they were strangers—far from it—but it felt different, the space between them palpable.

The way he moved, almost mechanically, packing away his things, only to find himself pausing when it was time to come out.

When he emerged, there she was.

Olivia hadn't moved from where she stood, her eyes tracing the lines of the apartment as if memorizing every detail.

But when their gazes met, everything seemed to slow.

She glanced at him briefly before quickly looking away, then back, her expression unreadable, almost as if she was unsure of how to act.

And then, finally, their eyes locked, lingering, intense, as if they were seeing each other for the first time.

Izan took a step forward, unsure whether to close the distance or keep it.

"I didn't think I'd be seeing you today," he said, his voice quieter than usual. He half-smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Olivia didn't respond immediately, her lips parting slightly before she said, "Well, I did."

The words hung in the air for a beat, heavy, like a secret too close to the surface.

The silence between them stretched just a little too long; every inch of the space between them charged with unspoken emotions.

Izan wasn't sure who moved first, but before he knew it, they were inches apart.

He could feel the warmth of her breath, and for a moment, everything else seemed to fade away, leaving just the tension, raw and unspoken.

Their gazes held for a few seconds longer.

Then, as if some invisible force had pulled them together, they both took a breath.

The room felt too small, too full of everything they hadn't said yet.

The air was thick with anticipation, and neither one of them was willing to break it just yet.

Until they both did.

It started slow, tentative.

Olivia's lips brushed against his in the softest of movements, hesitant at first, like they were both testing the waters of a connection that had been dormant for a while.

Their kiss deepened gradually, a quiet rush of emotions they hadn't had the chance to express in the last month and a half.

Izan's hand found its way to the back of Olivia's neck, gently pulling her closer as if there were no distance between them anymore.

She responded in kind, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw before sliding to the back of his neck.

The world outside the apartment seemed to fade away, leaving just the warmth of each other's presence.

As the kiss lingered, Izan carefully nudged her toward the couch, guiding her down onto it, never breaking their connection.

He lowered himself with her, settling on the cushion beside her, then moving to place her gently on his lap.

It was intimate in its simplicity, the moment entirely theirs.

They pulled back for a breath, their foreheads touching, both of them smiling softly.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you," Izan whispered, his words barely audible, as though speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile moment.

Olivia's breath hitched a little, and she pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes.

"I missed you too," she whispered back, her voice quiet but full of sincerity.

The words were simple, yet they carried so much weight between them, everything they hadn't said in the past weeks suddenly coming to the surface.

Her fingers brushed across his cheek, lingering there.

Izan smiled, his eyes tracing her face like it was something he couldn't quite believe he was seeing again.

The kiss returned, a little more urgent now but still tender.

She was everything, everything he'd been missing.

Just as the moment was about to shift, when their kisses became deeper and more heated, Olivia's phone rang.

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It was jarring.

A sharp interruption to the silence that had wrapped them in its warmth.

Olivia pulled back quickly, her lips still tingling from the kiss, and fumbled for her phone, glancing at the screen.

"Sorry," she murmured, a trace of embarrassment in her voice.

She picked up the phone, but the mood had shifted.

Izan sighed quietly, watching as she answered the call, his fingers still hovering near her waist, not quite ready to let go.

Izan watched as Olivia's expression shifted while she held the phone to her ear.

Her eyes flickered, and her fingers tightened just slightly around the edge of the screen.

The warmth of the moment had been stolen, but only for a second.

He could still feel the soft pressure of her on his lap, the closeness of their bodies—still tangible in the air.

Olivia cleared her throat and responded with a soft, "Hey, Miranda," but there was a hesitation in her voice, a subtle difference from the usual tone she used with her friend.

From the other end of the line, Miranda's voice came through, teasing and light, "Well, well... looks like I might have interrupted something naughty."

There was a brief pause before Miranda added, "Or, you know, am I wrong?"

Olivia's breath caught slightly.

Her heart rate picked up, the flush in her cheeks obvious to both of them.

She didn't say anything for a moment, her lips pressing together in an almost imperceptible smile, but the silence on her side of the line made Miranda's words hit the mark.

Miranda chuckled, her tone filled with knowing mischief.

"It's alright, Liv. I can tell from here, you're breathing a bit heavier than usual. Don't worry, I'm not judging."

Olivia's eyes widened a little at the comment, her gaze darting to Izan, who was now leaning back on the couch, trying to mask the small grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

He didn't speak, but his eyes met hers, the playful tension from earlier still hanging in the air.

"I—I wasn't—" Olivia stammered, but it was too late.

Miranda had already gotten the hint, and she could practically hear the smirk on her friend's face.

"Uh-huh. Sure," Miranda teased. "I'm just glad you two finally got a minute to yourselves. Don't let me keep you."

Her voice softened, the joke turning into something a little more sincere.

"But seriously, don't do anything I wouldn't do, and you know I'd do a lot of stuff."

Olivia exhaled slowly, her fingers still slightly shaking as she held the phone.

"I'll call you later, Miranda," she muttered, her voice quieter, almost sheepish.

After a brief exchange of goodbyes, Olivia ended the call and slowly lowered the phone.

She looked at Izan, her eyes wide and her lips parted, a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

"I hate her sometimes," she muttered under her breath, but there was no real malice in her voice.

Izan chuckled, his eyes softening as he leaned forward, bringing his hand up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I don't think she's wrong, though," he teased lightly, his grin widening as he held her gaze.

Olivia gave him an exasperated look but couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips.

She leaned back, her posture relaxing slightly as she sighed, her earlier tension slipping away.

"You're impossible," she said, shaking her head as she rested her head on his shoulder.

The moment of teasing hung in the air between them, a playful reminder of the intimacy they had just shared.

Izan smiled, wrapping his arm around her, feeling the familiar comfort of her presence again.

"I missed you," he whispered, his voice low but filled with genuine warmth.

She nodded, her smile softening as she closed her eyes for a brief moment, savoring the quiet calm that had settled between them again.

But even with Miranda's teasing and the interruption, the night still held a certain promise—a promise they both knew was just beginning to unfold.

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