Thomas watched the match with mixed emotions. He didn't allow it to show on his face, but each time Angelina scores, he felt a mixture of disappointment and pride. He remembered her playing in school, but vaguely. He'd less reason to pay attention then. Now, though...
Before he could think about it, before he could question whether it was a good idea, Thomas found himself pulling her into his arms and placing a firm kiss right on her lips. It was more congratulatory than anything else, or so he told himself, but there was certainly nothing platonic about the way his lips pressed to hers in the heat of this moment.