Maybe

Liam unfolds your bodies straight away, letting you free and out of danger. You roll yourself on the grass, resting on your back and looking up at your sturdy boyfriend, who is towering over you. In the meanwhile, something has happened in your slips, something that nobody there should be get known. Liam stares at you down jointily and lays a big foot between your boobs to enphasize his control. It's a shameful act of superiority but you feel deserving it; indeed that foot only could kill you if he wanted. "It was fun…" he tells you, "Why don't we go for a second-round, jiu Jitsu girl?". You shudder slightly. "No, honey, there is no point, you would win again. Really, I overrated myself. No more wrestling. I'm sorry...I'm no match for you". Liam smiles and offers his hand. You get up, kiss his shoulder as promised and run away to the bathroom before anyone can understand why you have changed colour.