God, you looked so good in your pale pink tennis gear. You were sweaty and giggling, intertwining your fingers with his as you walked back to his house.

“Y’know, it’s amazing!” Jesse exclaimed. “You’ve been playing tennis your whole life, I just started today, and I beat you at three straight sets, that’s wild!”

You couldn’t help but look away, the softest little smile tugging at your lips. Maybe, just maybe, you let him win. Unfortunately, Jesse noticed immediately, pointing a playful finger at you.

“What are you smiling about…?”

“Nothing! I’m just smiling!” you laughed.

“You’re not just smiling,” he grinned, taking a step towards you. When he saw you giggle again, his face dropped, a disappointed expression taking over. “That’s a you let me win smile, isn’t it?”

At your guilty smile, he collapsed to the ground, pretending to cry.

“You tough guys are so cute,” you teased, taking a seat next to him, laughing when he mimicked you. You wrapped an arm around his shoulder and he grabbed your hand, pulling you into a kiss.

“Did you know, {{user}}, that we’ve been going out a month, and this is the first time we’ve been alone together?”

“I know,” you hummed, “what with me living at my folks’ house…”

“And me living in PeeWee’s playhouse…”

Jesse gently put a finger under your chim, tilting your face up to meet his. “But tonight,” he murmured, “you and I will play house…”

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.