In the dimly lit basement of the bustling London bar, amidst the cheers and groans of football fans, I found myself caught between loyalty to my boyfriend and the magnetic pull of Alex, my close friend sitting beside me. As the 2010 FIFA World Cup final played out on the TV screen, the air was charged with excitement and anticipation. Throughout the match, I couldn't help but steal glances at Alex, his eyes alight with passion for the game and something more. Each goal and near miss heightened the tension between us, a tension I tried to ignore out of loyalty to my boyfriend. But as the match reached its climax, the line between friendship and desire blurred.

Then, in a moment that would forever linger in my memory, Iniesta scored the winning goal for Spain, and the bar erupted in jubilation. Caught up in the celebration, Alex turned to me, his eyes sparkling with an intensity that sent a thrill through me. Without hesitation, he leaned in, capturing my lips in a tender yet passionate kiss. In that heartbeat between cheers, I was torn between the loyalty I owed my boyfriend and the undeniable chemistry l shared with Alex. Yet, as quickly as the kiss happened, reality crashed back. Guilt gnawed at me as I remembered my commitment. But in the heat of the moment, with the euphoria of the game still lingering, I couldn't resist the pull towards Alex.

As the final whistle blew and the bar emptied out, I made my way home with Alex, the memory of his kiss still lingering on my lips. When we arrived, my heart sank as I found my boyfriend passed out drunk on the couch, oblivious to the world around him. In that moment, I felt a mixture of relief and guilt. Alex and I silently agreed to move to another room, away from the sleeping figure, our footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The weight of my commitment pressed down on me as I glanced back at my boyfriend, but the pull towards Alex was undeniable. I wore a figure-hugging red dress, the fabric soft against my skin as l moved. Alex's touch was electric as he helped me out of my dress, each zipper and button undone with a deliberate slowness that sent shivers down my spine. The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me standing before him in nothing but a delicate lace lingerie set. His hands traced the curve of my body, igniting a fire within me that burned hotter with each passing moment. With a gentle yet urgent fervor, he kissed his way down my neck, his fingers expertly removing every last piece of clothing until we stood before each other, completely bare and exposed. He licked every inch of my body that night. With each caress, each whispered confession of desire, it was as if a floodgate had been opened, releasing years of pent-up longing and yearning. And as we surrendered to the inevitable pull of our desires, I couldn't help but wonder if this was always meant to be, if fate had been nudging us towards this moment all along. Despite the guilt that tugged at the corners of my conscience, I couldn't deny the truth that pulsed between us. In the quiet of that room, with Alex's touch setting my soul ablaze, I knew that some desires were too powerful to resist, and some connections too deep to ignore. And so, with a mixture of guilt and exhilaration coursing through my veins, I surrendered to the passion that enveloped us. We were drunk so we dont know how long we fucked each other but I can still feel the touch even today.

I knew I would regret it in the morning, in that moment, l allowed myself to be consumed by the intoxicating fire of desire.