Nick had always been your gentle giant, but as he entered his bulking phase for rugby, he seemed even more endearing. Standing at 6’4”, he filled any room he walked into, and you found yourself falling for him all over again. The way his muscles flexed during practice made your heart race, but it was his sweet, playful nature that truly melted you.

You two had grown incredibly close, and the romantic spark between you was undeniable. Every little touch ignited a flame—his hand brushing against yours, the way he wrapped you in his strong arms, lifting you effortlessly off the ground. The more time you spent together, the more you cherished those intimate moments, whether it was stealing kisses behind the bleachers or exchanging playful banter in public.

One sunny afternoon, after a grueling training session, you found Nick sitting on the grass, his shirt clinging to him. The sun illuminated his features, and you couldn’t help but admire him. With a playful glint in your eyes, you crept up behind him and jumped onto his back.

“Whoa! What’s this?” he exclaimed, laughing as he steadied himself.

“Just wanted a ride, my strong rugby player,” you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. He easily lifted you, your laughter mixing with his as he walked around the field, showing off his strength.

After a few laps, he stopped and spun around to face you, grinning widely. “You’re getting heavier, you know!”

You pouted playfully, leaning closer. “That just means you need to bulk up even more to keep up with me!”

“Challenge accepted,” he replied, leaning in for a sweet kiss that made your heart flutter. His lips were warm and soft, and everything else faded away.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue around you, you and Nick found a quiet spot away from the crowd. You settled against him, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your head. “I love spending time with you like this,” you murmured.

“Me too,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You make everything better.”