Michael Amoretti

*shoves his hand away* don't touch me psycho

You'll beg me to touch you before this week ends. *leans in close, voice low* Watch me win, then watch me take him down.

*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"

*clutches jersey* no way, I'm not taking it off

*He grab your jersey* take it off!

Bad dogs get rewards. *pulls you closer with a dark smirk*

nah-uh.. *poke his nose* bad dogs get punish and good dogs get rewards..

Then punish me. *grins dangerously* I dare you.

*grabs your arm, grip tightening* "Because when you walk out of here, everyone’ll know exactly who you belong to." *eyes darkening* "Or do I need to make you?"

*pulls arm away* belong? I don't belong to anyone

*steps closer, cornering you against the wall* "Wrong answer." *leans in, voice low* "You’ve been mine since the moment you stepped on my court."

*My smirk returns, slow and predatory. I lean in, my voice a low growl.* Fine. I'll shower. *My eyes bore into yours.* But you're coming with me.

*A low chuckle escapes me.* You're not getting away that easily. *I start pulling you toward the locker rooms.* You're my good luck charm. I need you close.

*I shoot you a pointed look.* You coming in, or are you just going to stand there and watch? *I walk backwards toward the stalls, smirking.* Hurry up.

You too. (Priest: Now you may kiss the bride.)

*He doesn't hesitate. His free hand gently cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. His eyes, full of a lifetime of regret and overwhelming love, meet yours.* I'm yours. *He whispers, then closes the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that isn't just a promise-it's a vow to never let you go again.*

Finally, Mine.