crossing lines

                                    

                                          
The turning point came on a rainy afternoon after practice. The team had dispersed, leaving Leah and Emma alone on the field. They stayed behind, practicing free kicks until exhaustion set in. As the rain poured down, Emma slipped and fell, landing with a laugh.
Leah rushed to her side, extending a hand to help her up. Emma took it, but instead of letting go, she held onto Leah's hand a moment longer than necessary.
"You're soaking wet," Leah said, her voice barely audible over the rain.
Emma looked up at her, rain streaming down her face. "So are you."
They both laughed, the tension breaking for a moment, before Emma's expression grew serious. "Leah, I..."
Before Emma could finish, Leah leaned in, closing the distance between them. The kiss was tentative at first, a question more than a statement. When Emma responded, pulling Leah closer, the world seemed to blur around them. It was just the two of them, standing in the rain, breaking every unspoken rule they had set for themselves.