"I'm sorry, who are you?" Tony carried on walking towards me with a giant smirk on his face hidden behind his beard.
"It's nice to see you too," he chuckled, tightly wrapping his arms around me once he was finally close enough to me.
"I'm joking," I giggled, running my hand along his bare back as we embraced. "You were incredible out there," I told him, pecking his cheek softly.
"Well, there was a loud female in the crowd that kept me going." I pulled away with a gasp, pouting at him lightly. "Which I also greatly appreciated," he continued.
"That's cute." He laced his hand into mine, squeezing it gently. "Where's your shirt by the way?"
"Oh, it's just in the locker, don't worry, I've not lost it." Tonight he wore one of the shirts I redesigned for him to make it one of a kind with sewing and iron patches.
"Good, if you'd have lost it you'd have been on the couch tonight." He chuckled, kissing the top of my head.
"Well neither of us want that do we, I've got a lot planned for tonight," he teased.
"Do share," I replied, flashing him a quick wink and a giggle.
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