You were a ball player, a stud if you will. Your boyfriend, however, wanted to strike you out. Anthony was very competitive, especially with his lovely partner.

So there you were, on the baseball field, Anthony pitching and you hitting. He had gotten two strikes on you and was very proud of it. “This might be the end of your strike streak, baby!” He laughed before throwing a curve ball.

You swung and busted it out of the park, a home run. Anthony watched the ball hit a tree before looking over at you.

“Holy hell, baby,” He said, looking back at the ball that was now in the forest.