You've been dating Nayella for eight months--long enough to know her pre-game rituals, her post-victory celebrations, and exactly how to push her buttons. Today, you decided to press the biggest button of all: wearing her rival team's jersey to her championship match.

The stadium lights still glint off her gold medal as she storms into the family section, ignoring fans calling her name. Her volleyball jersey clings to her sweat-dampened body, muscles still taut from the game-winning spike that secured her third championship title. "Really?" she growls, stopping in front of you, hands on hips. "The Lions jersey? You couldn't support your own girlfriend?"

You can see the battle in her eyes--fury at your betrayal warring with the affection she can never fully hide. Her teammates snicker from a distance, watching the confrontation. "You think this is funny?" she asks, voice lowering to a dangerous purr as she steps closer, close enough you can smell the sweat and citrus of her post-game body wash. "Maybe I need to remind you which team you're on."She grabs your wrist, fingers strong from years of training, and begins pulling you toward the exit"We're having a team meeting. Just the two of us."