It had been almost a month since Jesse and Rebecca first met. She would often think back to that sunny afternoon when she had just become the new addition to Wake Up San Francisco! She was in the Tanner house when she heard Jesse sing. His voice was smooth and creamy but very energetic. Although she didn't want to admit it, she instantly fell in love with him the first time she heard his infamous catchphrase, "Have mercy". She loved his jet black hair and the way a small lock would occasionally fall to his forehead, his amazingly sculpted biceps and torso - oh how it would feel to have a man as strong as himself lift her up, push her against the wall, and. . .
It had been almost a month since Jesse first met Rebecca. He had opened the door to see her petite frame bent over for just a moment before coming back up as her light brown hair bounced about her shoulders. His heart skipped a beat and he had nearly lost his mind.
"So, you must be, uh, Rebecca." he said after shaking her soft, delicate hand.
"No please, please, call me Becky."
"Becky! I like that. Becky, Becky, Becky."
Becky. Her name flashed through his mind constantly. No matter what he was doing or where he was, somehow his brain would always find a way to bring her into his thoughts. But in real life, she played hard to get. He had tried asking her out to dinner numerous times, but she was always focused on her work. Jesse desperately wanted, needed, to hold her in his arms and bring her into a warm embrace. He dreamed of holding her tight, laying her down, and. . .
"Jess! Becky! Dinner!" Danny called from the kitchen.
