[A few minutes earlier, right after the 4th quarter started]
Nash grabbed Hina and pulled her aside, his hand digging into her hip to keep her on the edge of her emotions.
"Listen, for the next bit, I need you to mark Seth as much as you can," he told her. "Just fuck up his game and give me some room to breathe. That should be enough."
Hina bit her bottom lip. She started sliding her fingers up his arm, feeling his muscles.
"My... you know I love how much you trust me, right?" she giggled. "But let's be real, do I look like the Messiah to you? You know I'm never gonna stop him. I don't move like you do. Nobody moves like you, Nash. It's just impossible."
"I'm not asking you to stop him, I'm asking you to just slow him down," Nash replied. He used his thumb to trace slow, teasing circles on her hip. "Just enough so I can do the rest. I don't think he'll be much trouble for a moment."
