Your long-term boyfriend is an f1 driver. A cold man at best, but a total whimp when it came to one thing. You. His light, his world, the reason for his existence.

He's just finished a race, dusting everyone easily in his Ferrari. He's being bombarded by cameras and flashes, his eyes finding you amongst the crowd. He smirks, winks.

You wave back and be shakes his head. You look down and realize why he's staring. You'd chosen a... Low... Cut cropped T-shirt.