I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her...

I brush a strand of hair from her face, then move beside her. When she wraps her arms around my neck, all I want to do is protect this girl for the rest of my life. I ease her jacket open and lean away. A pink lace bra stares back at me. Nothing else. I whisper.
"Is our game over?" she asks nervously.
"It's definitely over, 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game."