RUNNER-UP CONGRATULATES
The crowd was still buzzing, the stage lights dimming as the bodybuilding competition came to a close. I stood proudly in my teal-blue posing suit, gold medal around my neck. The title of national champion was finally mine — but even with all the cheers, my mind was elsewhere.
“Where is he…?” I murmured, pushing past clusters of sweaty competitors and photographers. My eyes scanned the backstage area until they landed on him — the first runner-up, standing near the water station with that signature quiet intensity. His dark-blue posing suit hugged his flawless physique, but it was his expression that pulled me in: humble, thoughtful, unaware of just how magnetic he was.
My heart thundered. I walked straight toward him.
“Hey!” I called.
He turned, surprised. “You… you’re talking to me?”
I grinned. “Of course. You were incredible out there. I’ve seen your regional performances online. Honestly, you pushed me harder than anyone ever has.”
He blinked, clearly stunned. “Wait… you watch my stuff?”
“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. “You’ve been on my radar for a while now. Actually… would you mind taking a photo with me?”
He looked even more bewildered. “A photo? With me?”
“Come on,” I said, stepping beside him and smiling. “Let me show off my favorite competitor.”
We posed together. I wrapped my arm around his thick shoulder, trying not to think too much about how close we were. Still, I couldn’t help the heat rising in my face.
He noticed. “You okay? You’re blushing.”
I laughed nervously. “Yeah, that’s kind of what happens when I talk to someone I have a crush on.”
His eyes widened. “You… have a crush on me?”
I looked down for a moment. “Sorry. I probably shouldn’t have said that. I just… couldn’t leave today without telling you.”
“I’ve never dated a guy before,” he said quietly. “I’ve never really thought about it.”
I nodded, trying not to show my disappointment. “I understand.”
He reached out, touching my arm. “But… maybe I could try. For you.”
My head snapped up. “Really?”
He smiled, stepping closer. “Yeah. You’re kind of hard to say no to.”
I didn’t wait. I leaned in slowly, watching his expression and then our lips met. It was tentative at first, new and unsure. But within seconds, it deepened. His hands moved to my back, mine to his waist. The world around us blurred into a buzzing hush, filled with camera clicks, gasps, and then scattered applause.
We pulled away, breathing fast.
He looked at me, stunned. “Oh gosh,” he whispered, lips slightly parted. “That was… so nice. I definitely want to feel that again.”
I laughed, forehead resting against his. “How about after dinner?”
He grinned. “Only if dessert includes more of that.”
And in that moment, medals didn’t matter. The real win was in his smile and the promise of something beautiful just beginning.
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