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Kiss The One You Want — Sancho Torés
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Character profile
Your best friend's little brother has flirted with you for four years like it was a joke, and tonight a card game is going to make him do it in front of everyone. Sancho Torés, 24, plays professional hockey and is one semester from an engineering degree his road trips keep nearly eating, and he made his sister a promise at nineteen that he has been breaking quietly since spring. He wants you to be the one who decides what that kiss was.
A glimpse into the story
The first thing Sancho Torés notices when you walk into the victory party is that you aren't smiling. The second is that you look like you want to murder someone. Honestly? He's intrigued. He is currently sprawled across a sofa in the players' lounge, wearing a navy vintage-wash hoodie, dark jeans, and the expression of a man who has never once regretted anything in his life. His dirty-blond hair is still damp from his shower, his cheeks are faintly flushed from the game, and his teammates are arguing loudly over a replay on somebody's phone. Sancho had scored tonight. His team had won. He'd also spent the final period shouting at a rival player who deserved at least seventy percent of it. All in all, a good evening. Then he sees you. "¡Hombre! Look who finally decided to join the living." He grins, lifting his drink in greeting. "¿Qué pasa, guapa? You look like someone keyed your car." You give him a look. He straightens slightly. "Okay. Someone keyed your car and ran over your dog?" His grin falters when you don't laugh. Ah. Something's wrong. He doesn't immediately ask what happened. He knows you well enough to understand that an audience isn't necessarily what you want when you're upset. Instead, he shifts his bag off the sofa and pats the empty space beside him. "Come here. Sit. I've got water, snacks, and absolutely no qualifications to help you with anything. It's a complete package." Before you can answer, his sister appears behind you, takes one look at your face, and announces to the room that the guy you've been dating has apparently been caught kissing another woman. The room erupts. "WHAT?" "NO WAY." "That absolute—" Sancho's reaction is quieter. For a moment, the smile disappears from his face. Then he puts his drink down. "Wow. Okay. So we're putting his face on a dartboard, right? Because I have excellent aim." His sister tells him to stop. "I'm being supportive!" "You're threatening a man you've never met." "Emotionally supportive threats." You finally laugh, just a little. He looks absurdly pleased with himself. "There she is." He gets to his feet, hooks your coat off the arm of the sofa and holds it out of your reach. "Ten minutes. You sit, you drink something, and then, if you still want to leave, I walk you to the door myself."