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"Come here baby." Your boyfriend coaxed.
You two were sitting on the couch in your apartment, he had to leave early in the morning for a game.
You walked over to him, he towered over your small frame.
He turned off the tv, "do you think I'm living up to my full potential?" He asked.
"What? Of course. You're the best player I know." You told him.
"People keep telling me, what's important is the money, but money doesn't mean anything I want to be a good player."
You looked up at his muscular face, "You are a great player?"
"You think so?"
"To me you are."
He smiled and kissed you.
"You're so pretty, Kayla, so pretty, and sweet, and innocent." He kissed you again.
Your phone started to ring, it was your alarm.
"I should go," you muttered between kisses.
"Don't go Kayla, you can't go." He muttered.
You pushed him away, laughing.
"You have to go to Seattle in the morning." You told him.
"That doesn't matter, you're what matters."
Your heart fluttered at his chest remarks.
"Let's go home, okay?" He nodded and kissed your temple.
