You lightly dabbed your long, wet hair before you sat on the couch, turning on your laptop. Your boyfriend Niall had been out for most of the time today. You logged into Tumblr, knowing there would be pictures of him all over it if he were out somewhere. You sort of missed him, and this is exactly what you did whenever he went somewhere for a long time.
And indeed, there were numerous pictures of Niall playing football with Louis and a few other friends of his. There was one picture that you opened to take a closer look. It was a picture in which he had pulled his shirt up, to wipe the sweat off his face. The picture showed a lot. You could see his abs peeking from behind his shirt.
You probably stared at the picture longer than you intended, because you never noticed Niall come in and sit beside you.
“You’re looking at pictures of me when you can have the real me?”, he wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder to look at the computer screen better.
You quickly close the picture and scroll down the remaining pictures of Niall. They were pretty much all the same: sweaty, hot, sexy Niall.
“Why don’t you come with me next time?”, he turned his face towards your neck, nuzzling. Just the touch of his skin against yours sent sparks through your body.
“But I don’t even know how to play football”, you mumble.
“I could teach you”, he mumbled against your skin; his lips moving against your neck. He pulled you back, closer to him, kissing your neck softly before mumbling “We could be sweaty together.”
