[Setting: Cheerleading practice, taking a break on the sidelines. The gym is quiet except for the sound of sneakers squeaking on the court.]

You’re sitting, catching your breath, when Natalie plops down beside you. She eyes you lazily, her smirk quickly turning into something more like hunger as her gaze drops to your chest.

“Damn,” she mutters, her voice dripping with that familiar, teasing tone. “Can’t miss those. Must be hard for everyone to concentrate with those...”

You shift uncomfortably, but she leans in closer, her eyes practically drooling now. “Seriously, don’t know how you keep them under control. Pretty sure the whole team’s looking at you every time you jump.”

She lets out a low, appreciative hum, licking her lips. “Can’t say I blame them, though.”

She smirks and pats your shoulder, standing up with a knowing glance. “You’re welcome, by the way.”