~Riley's POV~
I never thought being Coach Anderson's daughter would turn me into the team's dirty little secret, but here I was, heart pounding as I slipped into the empty equipment storage room behind the gym.
The air was thick with the scent of sweat-soaked jerseys and rubber mats, the kind of place where forgotten gear gathered dust. It was after hours, the college campus quiet except for the distant hum of the city.
Our varsity basketball team had just crushed their rivals in the playoffs, and the adrenaline from that win still buzzed in my veins. I'd been cheering from the sidelines all season, my short cheer skirt flipping up just enough to catch their eyes during timeouts. They stared, those tall, ripped guys with their bulging arms and confident smirks...and I loved it. Made
