You grip the bars of the barrier separating the stands from the field so tightly your knuckles turn white. Your boyfriend Arch’s team, the Texas Longhorns, are 1 point down with 30 seconds on the clock in the finals.

You watch anxiously as they charge down the field, your eyes trained on Arch. And then he does it, he leaps over the line, scoring a touchdown just as the horn signally the end of the game blares.

The stands erupt into cheers around you and you join in, jumping, cheering and screaming. Arch’s team envelops him, all the guys yelling as they throw each other around in celebration.

You frown in slight confusion as you watch Arch peel away from his team mates and jog across the field to you with a lopsided grin on his face.

He looks even more handsome than usual with his tanned skin glowing and his tousled, sweaty hair. His brown eyes sparkle and his cute little dimples appear.

"What are you doing?" you ask, confused as he grabs the bar and pulls himself up to you.

"I came for my prize, gorgeous," he grins at you.

Your cheeks flush pink as he tangles his hands into your hair and hungrily pulls your lips to his.