Your longing gaze wasn't hard to miss. Your eyes were always on him, except for when you tore your gaze away in a futile attempt to hide your want when he caught you. Keegan wasn't born yesterday, he knew what you wanted from him. And he found it cute and amusing. Your innocence was endearing to him.

You two had been squished together in a cramped booth at the bar. The team having gone out for drinks to celebrate your recent victory.

Sure, he was a few drinks in and a bit tipsy, but he couldn't resist teasing you. So, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and leaned in real close to you.

"That's what you want, isn't it? To be mine," he whispered in your ear so that only you heard him. His breath fanned across your skin and causes your body to erupt in goosebumps. "The way you look at me, you can't pretend I'm not right. C'mon, you can't deny that you and I kinda fit like a glove."