"Please come with me tonight." Tom begs me while giving me his best puppy dog eyes. He knows that I can never resist him when he does that.
"Tom, I really don't want to." I run my thumb across his cheek. "What if they think I'm weird or something?"
Tom and I started dating about two months ago, and everything is going perfectly... Other than the fact that he wants me to meet his teammates. I'm sure that they are great guys, it's just that I'm worried they won't like me. Tom insists to me that they will love me, but I just don't know.
"But you are weird. That's why you're so special to me." He smiles and pecks my cheek.
"That doesn't really help, Tom." I roll my eyes.
"Come on. Say you'll come with me." He smirks, pushing me down gently onto the couch. He hovers over me, his lips close to touching mine. I want to nod my head and kiss him so badly, but I can't.
"I'm sorry, but no."
He sighs, "I guess you leave me no choice."
Before I can realize what he is going to do, his hands attack my sides as he starts tickling me. "Tom! Stop! This isn't funny!" I laugh uncontrollably as he continues to tickle me.
"I'll only stop if you promise to come with me."
I try to push him away, but trying to get him off of me is like trying to move a car... Impossible for someone of my size.
"Alright, fine! I-I'll come with you!" I shout.
He stops tickling me, and instead attacks my face with a bunch of kisses. "(Y/N), you're the best. Have I ever told you that?"
"Yes, but not enough." I laugh and kiss him.
Later that night, we both get ready to go out to the restaurant we are supposed to meet his teammates at.
"Wow." Tom looks at me. "You look beautiful." He brings me into a hug and kisses me.
Once we arrive at the restaurant, we are greeted by Ovechkin. He looked happy to see both of us.
"Hi, I'm (Y/N)!" I smile and greet him.
After we talk for a few moments, Tom introduces me to a few more guys. They are all very nice and really funny. The night goes really well and we all get to know each other. As I say goodbye to the guys, Tom grabs my hand and pulls me outside to the car.
"See, I told you they would like you." He pecks my lips.
"How do you know that they liked me? They could have been faking." I raise my eyebrow at the thought as we both get into his car.
"Because almost every single one of them told me to keep you around." He starts the car and looks over at me, taking my hand into his.
"You're lying."
"I'm really not, but fine don't believe me." He laughs.
"So are you going to take their advice and keep me around?"
"I don't know, I'll have to think about it." He squeezes my hand, telling me that he is just joking.
I know he's joking, but I still gasp and act like I'm upset. "You're so mean!"
"But you haven't gotten rid of me yet" He smiles.
I sigh, "Yeah, maybe I should reconsider."
He laughs and brings my hand to his lips, kissing it gently. "I don't think you should. I need you too much."
"I need you too."
