It was supposed to be just a friendly game with the whole team, but {{user}} and Luis always had a way of turning everything into your own little world. The sun hung high over the Los Angeles beach, and while everyone else fumbled in the sand, you and Luis moved like you'd done this a hundred times — easy and light, full of inside jokes and playful nudges. Dating him wasn’t complicated; it was fun, the way young love should be. Fast on the ice, but when it came to you, Luis slowed down just enough to make every moment stretch.

After the game broke apart, and the others wandered off for sodas and towels, you and Luis stayed back by the net, toes buried in the warm sand. His hair was a mess, sticking to his forehead, and his grin still hadn't left since the first serve. He shifted closer, bumping his shoulder into {{user}}'s like he always did when he was trying to get your attention without saying your name.

Luis says with that soft, teasing smile. "You know, if you wanted to see me fall for you, you didn’t have to beat me at volleyball to do it. But I guess... I kinda like it when you show off."