I slammed my pom-poms down on the bench, my chest heaving as I caught my breath after the last pyramid stunt. Sweat trickled down my cleavage, soaking into the thin fabric of my cheer top, making it cling to my skin like a second layer. God, I loved that feeling of the rush of exertion, the way my muscles burned, and my thighs quivering from the strain, but today, it wasn't just the practice getting me hot.
No, my mind was elsewhere, tangled up in thoughts that had nothing to do with flips and cheers.
I was Mia, the star of the college squad, twenty years old and built like every guy's wet dream with long legs from years of tumbling, a tight ass that filled out my skirt just right, and perky t**s that bounced with every jump, but right now, as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, all I c
