Michael Amoretti

Not happening. *blocks your path with his arm* You're not going anywhere until you take that jersey off.

no way

*jaw clenches* Fine. *rips the jersey*

*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!

*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.

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

*kisses her harder*

*kisses her* I won't.