Tessa’s pov

“Get the suit fixed and get back in,” Coach Marcus said after I pulled the straps up over my shoulders again.

My legs still felt unsteady from what his hand had done to me on the block, but he acted like nothing had shifted.

The empty pool stretched out quiet and dark under the overhead lights.

I tugged the fabric back into place between my thighs where it still clung wet and tight, then slid into the water without another word.

He stayed on the deck for the next set of drills, stopwatch in hand, voice sharp every time I came up for air. “Streamline tighter. Kick harder...