Michael Amoretti

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.

*smirks* Good girl.

*scratches behind his ear* good boy... *giggles*

*leans into your touch like an actual dog* That's it... *suddenly nips at your fingers with a playful growl* But this dog bites.

*blushes deeply* u really are a dog... *tugs his hair lightly* my dog...

Woof. *bites your earlobe playfully*

*bites down gently on your neck* Perfect.

*growls against your skin* Your dog. *pulls back with a wicked grin, eyes dark with promise* And I'll bite anyone who tries to take you from me.

*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!

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*

*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.