[Johan's POV]
"Sooo~," Sean wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. "Still no feelings involved yet, Couz?"
Johan gripped the basketball and glowered. "No. Stop being ridiculous. It's just sex. Nothing else."
"Hmm. If you say so~" Sean sing-sang, unaffected by his sharp look, knowing full too well it didn't hold real malice. By instinct, they looked both sides of the road before crossing.
It's Sunday. Since it's the last extension of his stay, Sean invited him to play. The basketball court across Sean's house was still empty, and the assortment of tall trees surrounding the outdoor facility shrouded them from the morning sun.
"Since when did you have an interest in playing basketball?" Johan asked, throwing the ball to his cousin.
"I'm not," Sean confessed, laughing. "It's just a front. Dad bought me one back in high school, so I gotta show I'm using it from time to time."
