𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 | 𝐟𝐢𝐧.

sport

He dribbles the ball, scoring a perfect three pointer. You internally fangirl, clapping when the coach calls time. You freeze as he makes his way over to you. Blushing madly, you hand him the bottle. You look at the floor, almost dying when he chuckles at you.

After taking care of the rest of the boys, he slips off his shirt. You stare in amazement as he tips the water over his washboard abs. The droplets drip onto the floor creating a little puddle on the gym floor. You look around to see if anyone is else is witnessing this amazing boy doing his thang. With no one acting like anything's out of the ordinary, you return your attention to the god standing in front of you. Only thing is instead of being a few metres in front of you, he is now directly in front of you. The droplets on the ends of his hair fall on your forehead. You gulp, realising how close you two are together.

"Sup, water girl. I've noticed that you've been busy running through my mind."

You snort at the cheesy line, earning yourself a smirk from him.

"Tell me, how much do you think I want to kiss you right now?"

You blush, brushing your hair to the side.

"The answer is, you smart cookie, so f**king badly."

He leans in and the next couple of seconds are heaven.