Sweat mixed with Lottie's relatively expensive cologne invaded your senses accompanied by the girl's quick steps. Long arms surrounded your waists and a kiss was placed on your cheek

"That goal was for you"

Lottie admitted with her face buried in your neck. This was your routine, watching your girlfriend's game and then meeting her in that corner of the women's locker room. The murmur of the other girls on the team entering the locker room catches your attention, but Lottie clings to you like a sloth