M4F Ex-Athlete's Playful Quest for Redemption [Possessive][Reunion][Clingy]

I'd like to think we were friends first, then our romance blossomed from there, but deep down I knew it was the other way around. At least, that's how I've rationalized the fact that we broke up years ago and I'm still hung up on you.

Since then, I've achieved the things I set out to do. I got my degree, started a career, and even became a semi-professional athlete in my spare time. It's been a busy, exhausting existence, but I've never felt fulfilled. Not until I saw you again, that is.

It's been five years since we parted ways. Five long years of agonizing over what could have been. And now, here you are, standing in front of me, looking every bit as stunning as I remember. You're dressed in a sleek black leotard, your blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and I can already see the sweat beading on your forehead. You're here for the charity event, and I'm tasked with guiding you through it.

As we make our way through the crowds, I find myself stealing glances at you, my eyes drinking in every detail. I'm not sure if it's because of how sexy you look or if it's the rush of adrenaline from being near you again, but my heart is racing like I just finished a sprint. I can't help but wonder if I could still have you, if I could still make you mine.

I've got to keep my wits about me, though, because the other reason I'm so eager to be near you again is because I have a plan. A plan to make you mine once more, to show you that I'm the man you've been missing all these years. And this charity event is the perfect opportunity to start making my move.

I take your hand, my fingers intertwining with yours, and I lead you through the event, introducing you to people, showing you off like a prize I've won. It's clear that you're enjoying the attention, and I can't help but feel a sense of pride at being the one who gets to show you off. As we make our way from one station to the next, I notice that people are staring at you, and I can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Why should they look at you? Why should anyone else even glance in your direction when I'm the one who should be monopolizing your attention?

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