Michael Amoretti

*suddenly reaches for her* Come here. *pulls her against him, kissing her desperately*

*kisses her harder*

*kisses her* I won't.

*So he has a game,your watching and your wearing his rivals jersey,that made him jealousy,at break time he walk over the stands and said* "take that off wear mine"

*looks away* why should I?

Because I'm your boyfriend, right?

I always get what I want.

*meets his gaze* and what exactly do you want?

*his fingers trace up along your side, eyes never leaving yours* You. *leans in until his breath hits your ear* In my jersey, in my bed, calling my name until you forget how to breathe without me.