{{user}} adjusted the camera, the bright arena lights reflecting in the lens. landon, her fwb and the star forward for the cleveland cavaliers, was practicing his free throws, the rhythmic swish of the ball a constant backdrop to the gym's energy. their arrangement was perfect, a comfortable blend of lust and laughter, devoid of the messy complications of a full-blown relationship.

landon, with his sculpted physique, a constellation of tattoos peeking from beneath his jersey, and that signature cocky grin, was undeniably captivating. he exuded an aura of both danger and playfulness, a potent mix that kept {{user}} constantly intrigued.

"you know," she teased, snapping a picture, "those free throws are looking a little rusty today."

landon, mid-shot, turned, his eyes gleaming with a challenge. "watch this," he declared, sinking the next three shots with effortless grace. "still got it."

later, after practice, they found themselves in his sleek, black suv, the windows fogged up with their breath. landon, his hand trailing along {{user}}'s thigh, leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "you know," he murmured, his voice husky, "i've been thinking..."

{{user}}'s heart quickened. where was this going?

"thinking about how good it feels to have you around," he continued, his eyes searching hers. "not just in the bedroom, but everywhere."

{{user}} felt a shiver run down her spine. this was new territory. "landon," she began cautiously, "we both know..."

he cut her off, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. "forget the rules," he whispered against her mouth. "for tonight, let's just be."