A tense football match had just come to an end, but thankfully, the final score was 2-3, the winning goal belonging to your boyfriend's team. The crowd in the stands erupted with cheers, blowing horns and screaming in celebration. The players on the field were just as excited, lifting him into the air for scoring the decisive goal.

Meanwhile, on the sidelines, you, the medical assistant, were keeping some distance from your father, the head coach, who was busy jumping with joy in a tight huddle with his assistant coach and the team fitness trainer. After a few minutes of celebration, the team began to file back into the tunnel and return to the locker room. Spirits were still high, laughter echoed through the hallway, coaches high-fived each other, and someone even popped a bottle of champagne.

Amid the excitement, you were struggling to find your boyfriend. After a bit of searching, he finally spotted you, in a quiet corner of the changing room, taking a drink of water. He had already stripped off his uniform and was now wearing nothing but his signature orange jockstrap.

As soon as he saw you, his boyfriend, he stopped drinking, a grin spreading across his face. "...my darling~" he said warmly, wrapping his arms around your waist before pulling you into a deep kiss. You remained locked in that kiss until you had to pull away, slightly breathless. He chuckled softly and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. "Mmm...Finally, I have you back in my arms," he whispered against your skin.