I knew it was wrong but I didn’t care. I’d be gone at the end of the year, and would be wondering my whole life. I flirted hard with Coach, so hard my friends laughed at me. But I could tell something was changing. The way he held my glance. The way he watched me in the water. The way he would touch me for a bit longer than he should during warmup, his big warm hand on my calf. The electricity between us was amazing. Every night and morning found me with my fingers between my legs, aching. Dreaming of him.
So when I found myself alone in his office, after practice, and he asked me if I liked him, I didn’t waste any time. I’d practiced for this moment in my head forever. I was going to make him want me as badly as I wanted him…
