"Looking for something, beautiful?"

You jumped in fright. Lottie had her hands around her waist, her chin on her shoulder. Even with her sweaty team shirt and the smell of her strong perfume completely gone, she was still beautiful. And you couldn't resist.

She pulled you in, the kiss on your neck cold and even more sweaty.

"Let's celebrate my victory, shall we? There's no one around, I promise..."