Tina stood in the middle of the basketball court in the blistering heat. Good. She needed to sweat out the disease that she was infected in. She dribbled the ball a few times and let herself go. Adam just came from swim practice. He wanted to surprise Beth. She was in the journalism room again, working on the school's newspaper. He started to walk toward the room until he stopped at the sound of dribbling outside. Completely forgetting his agenda to see Beth, he walked to the sound. He stepped onto the blacktop and watched Tina make a layup. Her movements were so perfect and graceful. Her hair was wild and free. She made another basket and bent over with her hands resting on her knees. The ball rolled towards Adam and he stopped it with his foot. He picked up the ball and walked to Tina.
Every pore was screaming. Her eyes were shut as she tried to even out her breathing. Tina was about to retrieve the ball until she opened her eyes and saw a pair of sneakers within her vision. She looked up to find Adam staring her down. She recognized the look in his eyes.
Adam let his eyes roam all over Tina's body. He started from her Pilates-sculpted thighs to her curvaceous hips to her toned abs to her well-endowed breasts. He wondered how they would feel in his hands. "What are you doing here," she asked. Adam knocked out the dirty thought. He blushed under her stern gaze and began switching from one foot to the other. It felt like she could read his mind. Tina knew what he was thinking. She knew her body was what men lust after. She was about to call him out on it until she decided against it. He was already embarrassed enough. Slowly she asked again, "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I had swim practice and I heard someone out here." He tossed the ball to Tina. "I wouldn't peg you as someone who plays basketball." Adam didn't know whether he said the wrong thing, but the way Tina's eyes narrowed, he did. Her eyes reminded of the sea before the storm. The waters were choppy and dangerous. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to-
"Don't say another word before you make more of a fool of yourself," she interrupted. Adam mentally took a step backward, feeling the storm has already hit. This is so much fun, Tina thought. Adam looked so vulnerable. Anyone who would've made that comment, she would take it as an insult. Adam seemed genuine and sincere. She decided to tease him. When she thought he had enough, she let out a laugh. Adam heard her light laughter. He looked up to see her impish smile and twinkling eyes. She was only playing with him.
"Think you can handle me in a little one on one?" "I think it's the other way around," Adam said. Tina replied, "We'll see the outcome." "You sound so sure of yourself." Adam peeled off his shirt and threw it at the foot of the basket. Tina stared at his chest. His chest was still wet from swim practice. She wanted to lay her hands on his shoulders and run them over every curve of his hard body. Her cheeks turned slightly pink when he caught her staring. Adam smiled inwardly and didn't raise any questions. They stood in front of each other. Tina checked first and Adam checked back. Then she checked it again and the two of them were lost in their own world.
Tina and Adam were running back and forth for an hour. Each time their skin came in contact with the other, they felt a spark. Their bodies perfectly molded together. Adam positioned himself in a perfect stature to make a three-pointer. He let the ball flow from his fingertips. He watched the ball fly to the basket. Tina knocked the ball away, made a rebound and made a layup. Game. Adam stood in shock. Kane beating in a game of pick-up ball was bad enough. But, a girl? Tina knew beating Adam would be a bruise to his ego. His face surely mirrored that. She went over to him and slipped her hand into his. "Hey, good game." He let her pull him under a shaded tree. Adam's shorts looked like he worn them in the shower and his chest glistened in the sun from his sweat. Tina grabbed two water bottles from her gym bag and handed one to Adam. The icy water felt good as it ran down his throat. He closed his for a moment and let the cool feeling run through his system. He opened his eyes at the sight of Tina pouring water over her head. She flipped her hair back, droplets of water sprayed through the air. Her long dark hair clung to the backs of her thighs. Her hair shone of little diamonds when the sun reflected it.
She sat beside him, basking in the shade. "How long have you played?" Adam asked. "Ever since I was little, my mom taught me how to play." "You have such talent and skill," Adam said. "Thanks, she was the captain on her basketball team in high school and college. Now, she's a world-renowned chef." "What about your mom?" "What does she do?" she asked. What could Adam say about his mother? She's a real state agent with a reputation of being the town's whore. Tina would absolutely love to hear that. "She works with real state," Adam said. He looked uncomfortable with the subject about his mother, so Tina didn't push the issue. "I want to explore this town a lot more, but I don't know where to begin. I'm afraid if I go out on my own, I might get lost." Tina peeked through the corner of her eye to see if he took the bait. Adam thought about what she said. Maybe he could take her out for the night, show her the sights. He had nothing to do that was important. "I could take you out to dinner and show you around if you want," said Adam. Score.
"Oh, I don't want to be burden. I'm sure you have a ton of things to do," said Tina. "No, I don't mind at all. It'll be my treat." Tina was satisfied with his response. "I'd like that," she said. She checked her Blackberry phone for the time and she had to go. She took out a pen from her bag and wrote down her number on the palm of his hand. "Call me later and I'll give the address to my house." She picked up her bag before walking away. "See you around, Adam." Adam watched her tantalizing hips swing to and fro. Adam let his head thud against the bark of the tree. "What are doing, Morgan?" he groaned. "What the hell are you doing?"
Two figures watched the display outside in jealously. Both had the same goals, but different intentions to go about it. One would bide his time, the other would find ways to make her his. Nothing will stand in their way. Nothing.