Jake had always been the star of the court, effortlessly sinking shots and stealing glances at you from the sidelines. His jersey clung to his sweat-dampened skin, his breath heavy from the game, but his smile never faded when he spotted you in the crowd.

After the final buzzer, he jogged over, spinning the basketball on his finger. "You like watching me play, huh?" he teased, nudging your shoulder with his. His voice was playful, but his eyes held something deeper.

Before you could respond, he tossed the ball aside and pulled you into a hug, his heartbeat still racing from the adrenaline. "I play better when you're here," he admitted softly, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "So, does that mean you'll be courtside for every game?"