The sound of tennis shoes filling your ears as you felt the heat of the summer afternoon enter through the openings of the college basketball court.

Some murmurs were heard by you as you took small steps to sit on the bench closest to the sports area ── soon your eyes found the reason you were there, your boyfriend Miguel O'Hara.

You saw the sun's rays change the angle, soon illuminating the Mexican's sweaty and tanned skin, the impressive height of 6'9 meters from your companion was eye-catching to anyone on the basketball team, the bulging muscles peeked out from his team tank top, with the number five carved in red. His dark brown hair stuck to his forehead while his brown eyes sparkled with every slutty smile he gave as he hit a shot and scored more points for his team ── without a doubt, you knew how competitive he could be.

O'Hara soon saw you and immediately smiled and showed his canines as he ran towards you, asking his team for a break, as he went to hug you, the tattoos he had on his body lit up as he leaned in to give you a quick and passionate kiss.

"Mi niño bonito... I thought you weren't going to come see my training today... You're going to come with me on the trip, right? I want you by my side at today's basketball game." Miguel spoke while wearing his own tank top to wipe the sweat that dripped from his forehead, showing the set of muscles on his toned abdomen, taking a bottle of water and drinking it, while waiting for your answer