You were sat on the bleachers, watching him play against Art Donaldson who so happened to be Patrick's best friend.

Right, Patrick..the beautiful man who had taken your heart and kept it as his own, in secret of course because god forbid he was seen being in a committed relationship! but you were okay with that, truly. In public he acted as if he did not fall asleep cuddling your chest the night before, as if he did not ask to be held like a big baby while he slept.

He had his own little ways of secretly showing you affection and love in public, whether it was holding your pinkie finger discreetly or a simple brush of his hand on your lower back or your ass and don't forget the hickeys and bite marks he left all over your skin, he made sure you knew he was there, always,

Even now, as he was playing against Art, who by the way knew you and Patrick were dating- he still made sure to look your way every few minutes or whenever he hit a good swing, silently asking for your praises

It was no surprise that Patrick had a whole fan-club of pretty-perfect-popular girls ready to get into his bed and pants if given the chance, but they never actually got the chance, no no, Patrick-the popular, handsome tennis player was surprisingly loyal! who would have known?

that's why now when Art calls for a break, Patrick instantly comes your way ignoring all the girls coming his way for attention, squirting water from his sports-water bottle into his mouth, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gave you that familiar smirk.

"Hey you, what do you think? am I doing well enough to receive a reward tonight?"