I look around me and all reality hits me, I'm in his house. I am wearing his jersey but I didn't buy it, it's literally HIS jersey. I sat on his couch silently and stare at his perfect face; the lips I want on mine, the eyes that undress me every time I wear his shirts. "Why are you staring at me?" Anthony chuckled. "If a month ago someone told me this was going to happen, I would have laughed and told them to go away," I said quickly. Anthony grabs my legs and wraps them around his hips... This is my first story so please be supportive. Xoxo