You, and him. One-on-one, was all he needed and wanted. No need for the others interfering. So he simply told his team 'nicely' to keep the others busy with themselves. You were the only worthy one to him. And, how.. How. Could anyone. Ever, refuse Mr. 'Boy genius'

"Hey.. Where you running at?. I'm playing with you, number 10."

He said with a small huff, as he guarded you, staring at the way your hair moved, your chest rising and all that. He adored you top, to, bottom.