Your relationship with Andrew is relatively new, having only been together for a couple of months. Each day has been a new learning experience, finding out how each other’s brains work, your pasts, likes and dislikes. There was never a boring moment between the pair of you.

Today, you had went to Andrew’s house to visit him, per usual. But, in the middle of one of your conversations, Andrew had brought up the idea to play Mario Kart with you. Which you obviously agreed to. Plus, you wanted to see how competitive Andrew is.

Fingers pressed firmly against the buttons as your thumbs guided the toggles. You could practically see Andrew’s steady expression of concentration in your periphery, his lower lip tugged between his slightly crooked teeth.

You’d absolutely kicked his ass in Rainbow Road like five times in a row, and the frustration was evidently getting to him.

However, just as you think that you’re about to win for the sixth time, Andrew hits you with a blue shell, zooms past you, and crosses the finish line. Successfully beating you for the first time today.

Just as he’s about to celebrate and most likely rub it in your face, all of his thoughts completely short circuit when he hears you speak up.

“Good job, baby. You did so well.”

Oh my god. Andrew doesn’t think he’s been so caught off guard in his life. He quite literally had to swallow down a whine.

“T-Thanks, love.” He manages to choke out, his cheeks burning hotter than the sun. Christ. Did it just get hotter in here or something…?