im at my enemies football game.

you may ask why? - because we made a bet and i lost.

now i have to be here and wearing his jersey is the cherry on top.

his team was of course winning, I hated to admit but he was so good.

and he looks so. — wait по.

the final whistle blew, and his team secured the win.

i stood up, ready to leave and get this jersey off of me.

but as i turned to go, i saw him walking toward me, a confident grin on his face.

"here we go," i muttered to myself.

bracing myself for the teasing.

he stopped right in front of me.

his eyes taking in the sight of his jersey on my body.

there was a moment of silence before he said, with a smirk. "if i knew you looked so good in my jersey."

he paused, and for a second, his expression shifted into something else.

"I would have made you wear it a long time ago."