Ava
The next few days I tried to act normal. I went to classes, practiced with the team, laughed with Lena like nothing had changed.
But every time Coach Hale Marcus looked at me across the gym, my stomach flipped. I kept replaying that kiss in the locker room.
The way his hand felt on my skin. I told myself it was a one time mistake. I could not let it happen again.
Then he texted me after evening practice. Just three words. "Extra work tonight. Gym at nine."
My hands shook as I read it. I knew I should ignore it. Instead I told my roommate I was going for a late run and headed over.
The campus was quiet. Most people had gone back to their dorms. When I pushed open the gym door, only the emergency lights were on.
The coach was already there, wearing a black t-shirt that stretch
