Your boyfriend Ricardo had just wrapped up his football game, drenched in sweat, breath heavy, chugging water like he hadn’t seen it in years, his teammates were still cheering and goofing around, but you had only one goal, get his attention.

You marched straight onto the field, eyes locked on him, he didn’t notice you at first, too focused on draining the water bottle.

“Baby~” You called sweetly, tugging at the front of his jersey.

He glanced down, giving you a tired grin. “Ehi, tesoro.. Gimme a sec — Sto letteralmente morendo.”

But patience wasn’t on your agenda.

Without warning, you jumped and started climbing him like a tree, arms around his neck, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Whoa, baby, baby!” He gasped, stumbling. “I’ve got no energy left, I’m gonna—”

His legs gave out, and both of you hit the grass hard, with you landing right on top of him.

You blinked down at him, wide eyed. “Oops.”

He makes a face, nudging you off. “Togliti di dosso, ya feral squirrel.”