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Basketball game

-Come on we will be late.

-Wait a minute; I'm late because of your fashion choices dork.

I try to stick the huge jersey in my pants with no luck. It's too large so I end up with a belt out of fabric under my jeans.

-Screw it.

I let it fall freely to my knees over the black jeans. I cover my upper body with a black jacket, I grab the keys and some money and we get out. It's moody but I don't care much.

I walk to the garage with Rhett following me closely. I hop on the my big motorbike and walk it a few steps back. He grabs my waist gently and supports his weight on the saddle.

-Comfortable?

He sticks on me and kisses my neck.

-More than ever.

I chuckle and start the engine. When we hit the road and the cold air was hitting both our bodies hard I heard Rhett screaming a "Yoho" under his helmet. In response I speed down the road heading to the stadium. After a few minutes we have reached our destination frozen to the bone. I park the motorbike near the main entrance and follow Rhett inside. By the time he enters I feel something different coming from him. A sudden aura of pure confidence and security, he extended his chest a little bit more, his shoulders straighten, he walked with wide big steps and his head seemed to be pulled up by a crane. He takes my breath away.

As he lets his jacket fall free off his shoulders my heart stops for a second to start again when he glazed at me. I follow him where Link and a bunch of other guys were sitting waiting for the game to start. I felt a little uneasiness so I held Rhett's jersey out of instinct. When we were right in front of them he put his right arm around me and pulled me closer.

-Guys, this is Maritina.

Everyone introduced themselves to me but I already started to forget their names, they were at least ten guys. He looked at the opposite direction of the spacious and slightly crowdie place to see his teammates entering the locker rooms.

-I better get going.

He turned me around and kissed me softly.

-Go get them tiger.

I whispered to receive a toothy smile. He handed me his jacket and revealed the jerseys underneath it. And he looked good in those, the shorts tight around his tiny waist showing off his long strong legs and the tank top was exposing his long arms. I couldn't help but staring at him running to his teammates. I sat next to Link and smiled awkwardly as I was between him and a shorter brown haired guy whose name was.....Jacob? I have no idea.

It's getting hot in here so I remove my jacket too so Rhett's jersey becomes visible underneath it, the number 30. I felt proud wearing it and let everybody around that the second tallest, thin dork was mine. When our High School's team got in the court we stood up and clapped, I spotted Rhett and didn't let my eyes off him.

The game starts and my babe runs to the other side of the court getting a good spot near the basket. I can almost feel the tension and the excitement in his eyes. He loves this, he was made for this. The way he runs, he stands, he triples he seems so sure for what he is doing. He even chats with the people in the bench when he is near the opposite basket area. He might not be the most energetic player but he is effective. He has scored at least two times in ten minutes.

Sweat is dripping from his forehead to his chest, but he is not willing to get out and grab a bottle of water, not yet. I get lost on how bonded he is with his teammates, high fiving, meaningful looks taps on shoulders, I love how he is doing that with people, how attached he can be. Suddenly while I was starring at his pretty little butt, he scored a three point and we went nuts. Cheering our lungs out and hopping like a bunch of idiots. He smiled at us obviously proud of himself.