He heard the locker room door slam closed and jumped. He heard high heels clicking on the floor, then suddenly. Then he heard a throat being cleared. Clearing meant to get his attention.
Slowing turning around, he saw Lindsay standing there with her hands on her hips, looking like she was about to hurt him badly.
"Montana," he said cautiously. Shit. What the hell did I do know? "What's…"
He was cut off by her charging at him, and pressing her body flush to his and her lips finding his. Shocked, but completely giving in, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. When the time came for both of them needing air, they pulled apart.
"What was that for?" he asked looking down at her.
"Because you are the best boyfriend in the whole world," she said happily, smiling up at him.
"Well no arguments from me," he joked as she swatted his chest playfully, "But what did I do to make you come to this startling conclusion?"
"Every week for the past year, you have brought me a fresh bouquet of daisies," she said softly, her head resting on his chest, "Even when things weren't so good for you and I couldn't help you, you still brought me flowers."
"What can I say Montana," he kissed the top of her head, "You're my heart."