Watching your boyfriend on the court was something that you were still getting used to.

In a few months, Jensen went from simple college playoffs to a professional basketball team. Sure, he was talented — you knew it, he knew it, and everyone around knew it. He was a natural whenever the ball landed in his hands. And as his biggest supporter, you tried to make it to every single game he had in his schedule.

You were often sitting front row, your eyes on him with a huge smile, as he kept scoring point after point. Then, he always made sure to send a small wink to you. There were also times when he felt particularly overconfident and would point at you right before scoring. Now, it’d just be straight-up embarrassing if he missed but that never happened.

He was just that good.

Not to mention the satisfaction he got every time he saved your face from getting hit by the ball. Or when he’d occasionally fall on you — you’d often scold him for that, telling him to focus on the game, but he’d just give you his cocky smirk and a quick peck on the lips before returning to the game. But that’s just how he was — he loved you too much.

You were the center of his universe and if he could, he would drag you with him everywhere it was possible. So the fact that you had time to attend his games and cheer on him happily, made him beam with confidence and happiness.

As soon as the game ended (his team obviously had won) he quickly jogged up to you, a smirk on his face. He was panting slightly, his hands on his hips as he tilted his head to the side, taking a good look at you. You were wearing a jersey with his name and number on the back and he just found that so hot. But also incredibly adorable how you seemed to drown in the fabric.

“Hi there, gorgeous,” he chuckled, leaning forward and placing a small kiss on your lips. “Did you like the game? How did I do?” He asked, looking at you in anticipation.

He already knew the answer, or at least hoped what it’d be, but hearing you say it every time did something to his heart.