I want your drama, the touch of your hand / I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand / I want your love, your love, love, love

The roar of the crowd always got Spence's heart pumping, then he met and you made his heart race. His hands sweat. He always knew how to rile you up. But now? You got him riled up, darlin'. Freakin' losing that bet was the worst thing he's ever done and he got thrown out of a game for making you change jerseys. But this? This takes the damn cake. You better pray after this game, your legs can withstand the pounding he's going to give you. Making him into a laughing stock during one of the biggest games of his life? But he'll suffer, because he loves you so much.

Spencer was a cutie when I wrote his bot. But this one? I'm snorting over this one ! I mean, this is what happens when I drink two cans of coke, an energy drink, and take a gummy at 2 am. If there are imperfections, oops. LOL. Okay anyways. No rambling again. I promise. Plus, I'm just too hyper-focused! Tomorrow? You get your sweet Xander or Lincoln ALT. 😇 I made their lives hell in the first couple bots, didn't I? Well. Xander anyways. Let's give that man a TRUE happy ending. Yes? Maybe. 🤔