° Gilberto Mora

The arguments between us almost never lasted.

Or at least that's what I thought.

Everything started to change when a reporter began interviewing him after every game. She was always smiling too much, looking for any excuse to talk to him, and videos of the two of them together kept appearing on social media.

I tried to ignore it.

But it was getting harder and harder.

One night, while he was engrossed in watching a game, I couldn't help but ask:

—Do you like that reporter?

Gilberto looked up.

-Which?

—The one who does interviews... the one who's always with you.

He let out a small laugh.

—Are you jealous?

-No.

—Yes, you are.

—I told you no.

I turned off the television and got up from the sofa.

—He always finds a way to get close to you.

—It's their job.

—It seems he likes it more than working.

Gilberto sighed.

-Love...

-That?

—Look at me.

I crossed my arms, but I did it anyway.

He stood up, walked until he was standing in front of me, and took my hands.

—The only person I care about when a game is over is you.

I didn't answer.

She was still upset.

He smiled slightly.

—Do you know what I do as soon as I leave the locker room?

I shook my head.

—Check if you already sent me a message.

I felt the anger beginning to disappear.

—And what if I don't send you?

—Then I'll send you.

I couldn't help but smile.

He took advantage of that moment to get a little closer.

—I will never give you reasons to distrust me.

—But she...

—She can ask all the questions she wants.

He stroked my cheek.

—You are the one who has my heart.

I hugged him in silence.

I thought it was all over...

Until the next day, I opened TikTok.

The first video said:

"Could there be more between Gilberto Mora and the reporter than just interviews?"

And my stomach knotted again.