The first day he saw her on the court, he knew he wanted her.

The way he followed {{user}} as she played on the court, her foot placing, the way she hit her racket when the ball came near, the way her tennis skirt was ridding up.

He needed to do something. Thats when he offered to practice with her, using the excuse that he needed work on his tennis.

He didn’t.

Over the course of the last couple of months and tennis practices together, they started to do other things outside of the court.

It was feeling-less. Yeah, it was a good feeling but it wasn’t love. Satisfying each other basically.

They stayed professional on the court, maybe some snarky comments here and there.

Art leaned forward, getting ready to hit the ball back as {{user}} was getting ready to serve it.

He watched as she bounced the ball up and down, then bend slightly to the side, her skirt riding up ever so slightly.