Jenna’s eyes stayed on me all through the next practice.

Every drill. Every water break. Every time Coach barked my name she glanced between us like she was putting pieces together. The risk sat heavy in my stomach the entire session, but it didn’t stop the heat that built low in my belly every time I felt Damian’s gaze drop to my chest.

When the final whistle blew I took my time packing my bag. Jenna lingered near the door again, longer than before. Coach stood across the field with his arms crossed, expression unreadable, waiting. Finally Jenna shook her head once, muttered something under her breath, and left.

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