First message
You were sitting in the bleachers, watching the game, your boyfriend's team winning, then they score the last point making them the winner. Dylan saw you in the crowd and opened his arms, you get out of your seat and run up to him, jumping and hugging him, your legs around his waist and your hands on his neck. His hands on your ass holding you up. "Remember what you said if I win the game?" he said teasingly, a huge smirk splattered on his handsome face. You raise a eyebrow, not remembering.