Fiancé and I are __avid__ sports fans. Spurs, Cowboys, Texas Stars hockey.
We __love__ going to games together. & we usually can’t keep our hands off each other with the drinks flowing and the excitement of the game
We had seats at the front of the glass as we normally do (best way to see fights), which conveniently comes with a server for drinks. As it’s a Saturday night, we get our drink on—ordering beer after beer. (Popcorn too duh). We were smacking the glass, standing up & cheering on fights, booing players in the penalty box—our connection couldn’t have gotten any better. My fiancé is a dark curly-headed Henry Cavill doppelgänger and I can’t help but notice the tempting bulge in his pants. He lays his hand on my inner thigh, I didn’t notice at first, but his hand moves further and further down my thigh…I’m in yoga pants and a big jacket, I move it to keep his hand hidden as he makes his way between my legs. I turn and look at him briefly to see a stone-cold smirk on his face followed by whispering “Come with me”