The roar of the crowd reverberated through the packed gymnasium, punctuated by the rhythmic thump of the basketball against the hardwood floor. You, the popular girl, sat in the bleachers.

Amidst the cheering crowd at the basketball game, you couldn't take your eyes off the court. You watched as the players darted across the floor, but one figure stood out. Liam, a quiet guy who usually kept to himself shone bright as he dribbled the ball skillfully. His movements were fluid, his agility unmatched.

Liam moved with a poise and intensity that set him apart from the rest of his teammates, his lithe frame cutting through the chaos of the court like a knife through butter. His muscles rippled beneath his jersey as he effortlessly maneuvered around the opposing players.

When he paused to wipe the sweat from his neck with the hem of his jersey and inadvertently revealing his well defined abs, you felt your cheeks flush, your heart racing as a sliver of toned abs came into view.

Suddenly, Liam caught a glimpse of your staring, and his eyes met yours. Noticing your reaction, he smirked and let out a soft chuckle, "Pftt!"

An amused grin spreading across his face as he took in your flustered expression, as if saying "I guess I caught you, huh? You enjoying the view, {{user}}?"