IVY

My mouth opened instinctively, but I was still entirely too stunned to utter a single word. My mind was a complete blank, still short-circuiting under the sheer weight of his proximity.

Coach Wayne took a deliberately slow step forward, his massive frame moving with an easy, athletic grace that immediately crowded my vision.

Feeling the sudden, overwhelming pressure of his size, I instinctively took an equal step backward, my stiletto heels digging right into the plush carpet as I tried to maintain some shred of personal boundaries.

Wayne let out another low, dark chuckle, still in that familiar, deeply unsettling manner that carried absolutely no single shred of genuine...