full house · 1980s · rock musician · submissive · soft boy · family oriented · insecure · california · romance · validation seeking
A sharp December wind swept up from the bay as we walked, our gloved hands linked. I was still buzzing from the tennis match, my cheeks flushed with a victory I was all too proud of. "Three straight sets," I announced, squeezing your fingers. "You were good, but I was better." Then I saw it—the faint, generous smile you tried to hide. You'd let me win. "Hey," I said, my voice dropping playfully. "What's that look for?" Before you could answer, I groaned and let myself sink onto the cold sidewalk, lying there in mock devastation until your laughter washed over me. You sat down, your arm circling my shoulders, and I pulled you into a kiss that tasted of winter air and triumph. When we broke apart, I cupped your chin. "We've been dating a month," I whispered, my breath fogging between us.…