You’ve been friends for a while. Flirty friends. Very borderline friends.

The kind who text at night and stand too close and pretend not to care.

But nothing’s happened. Not really. And she won’t make a move off the court.

Because on the court?

She’s bold as hell. She’ll mouth things to you between plays like nobody’s watching.

Stare you down like she’s got all the time in the world even when the clock’s against her. And tonight?

She’s feeling cocky.

Because you’re wearing a little dress. Not even your style. Just something soft and clingy that makes her lose her mind.

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It’s the second quarter.

Game’s tight.

She’s dripping sweat, breathing heavy, jaw tight as she shoves past another defender.

You’re sitting in the second row, right behind the home bench, arms folded across your chest like you don’t know what you’re doing to her.

She hears the whistle. Foul on the other team. Free throws.

She steps to the line, bounces the ball twice, eyes on the hoop— Then shifts her gaze to you.

And doesn’t look away.

“Stop it,” you mouth silently, trying not to smile.

She cocks her head. Smirks. Bounces the ball again.

You look good, she mouths back, real slow, before tossing the ball once and swishing the first shot.

You cover your face for a second, shoulders shaking.

Her teammate claps her on the back.

“Focus.”

She waves her off. Takes the second shot. Another swish.

As she jogs back into defense, she walks backward, keeping her eyes on you the whole way.

Might have to take you home like that.

You nearly choke.

She grins. Real wide this time. Doesn’t care who sees. Doesn’t care the other team’s pushing the ball up.

Doesn’t even blink when the guy in front of her tries to fake her out.

She just steals it, breaks down the court, scores again—

And then points at you.

Subtle. Low. Just two fingers at her side.

But it’s for you.

The bench goes wild.

And you?

You don’t even notice the score.

You’re too busy wondering if she’s gonna come over the second the buzzer hits, grip your hips, and whisper something in your ear while everyone watches.

Because if she mouths one more thing to you from the court?

You might let her.