Mag-log inBailey POVThe next morning, I showed up to our session with one goal.Control.After what happened in the bathtub, I needed to prove something to myself. That one weak moment didn't define me.That I could stand next to this boy and feel nothing.Nothing at all.The first twenty minutes went fine. Short sprints. Quick starts. Full rest between each one. Mark was sharp, focused, hitting his times without me having to push.Then on his sixth run, it happened.He shot off the line, sprinted hard, and then something went wrong. His leg gave out. He stumbled to a stop, grabbing the back of his left thigh with both hands."Stop!" I shouted, already running toward him.He limped to the side of the track, his face tight with pain."What happened?" I asked."My hamstring," he said through his teeth. "It just locked up.""Sit down."He dropped onto the grass and stretched his left leg out. I knelt beside him and pressed my fingers into the back of his thigh, feeling the muscle underneath.It wa
Bailey POVI couldn't think straight all night before our private session, the next day.Every time I closed my eyes, the same images played on repeat. Mark standing in my kitchen doorway, eyes locked on my chest. The way his jaw tightened. The way he stepped closer, voice dropping low, telling me to say stop. The outline stretching hard against his wet joggers as he walked out my door.I buried my face in my pillow and groaned.This had to stop.By the time I got to Lincoln Park the next morning, I had given myself a full lecture in the car mirror, "He's your athlete. He's nineteen. You are his coach. Get it together."It worked for about five minutes.Then he showed up.Gray shorts. Black fitted shirt. Fresh haircut that sharpened his jawline in a way I had no business noticing."Morning, Coach," he said, dropping his bag by the bench."Warm up," I said flatly. "We're doing speed endurance today."He stretched his arms overhead, the shirt lifting slightly, showing a strip of tan gol
Bailey POVWe ran through the rain to the entrance and up the stairs to my apartment. I fumbled with my keys, hands shaking from the cold, and pushed the door open.The warmth inside hit us both instantly.I dropped my bag by the door and kicked off my wet shoes. Mark did the same, stepping inside carefully, looking around without saying anything."Kitchen's that way," I said, pointing. "Give me a minute."I walked to the kitchen and started the coffee maker, moving on autopilot. Mugs. Filter. Water. Simple tasks to keep my hands busy and my brain quiet.But my body was shivering. My clothes were stuck to my skin, cold and heavy. My jacket clung to my arms. My top pressed flat against my chest.I glanced down.My breath caught.The wet fabric had gone almost see-through, hugging tight against my chest. And my nipples, hard from the cold, pressed clearly through the thin material.Visible.Obviously visible.I looked up.Mark was leaning against the kitchen doorway.His eyes were not o
Bailey POVThe sky had been threatening all afternoon.Dark clouds rolled in during the last hour of practice, heavy and low, turning the air thick and humid. I kept one eye on the weather and the other on my athletes, pushing them through their final sets before the rain hit."That's it!" I shouted, blowing my whistle. "Cool down and head out. Now."The group scattered fast. Nobody wanted to get caught in what was coming.I gathered my things quickly, shoving my clipboard and stopwatch into my bag as the first fat drops of rain hit the track. By the time I reached the parking lot, it was pouring.Not drizzling.Pouring.The kind of rain that soaked you through in seconds.I ran to my SUV, yanked the door open, threw my bag across the passenger seat, and jammed the key into the ignition.Click.Nothing.I turned it again.Click. Click.Dead."No," I muttered. "No, no, no. Not today."I tried again. Same thing. The engine didn't even try to turn over. Just that flat, empty clicking so
Bailey POV The drive to the academy the next morning felt longer than usual. My hands sat at ten and two on the steering wheel, grip tighter than it needed to be. Last night kept replaying in my head. Lola's voice. The wine. The tears. Phillip's words. And underneath all of it, like a current I couldn't switch off, the memory of Mark's thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. I swallowed hard and turned up the radio. It didn't help. Today was general practice. The full squad. Thirty athletes on the track. Drills, sprints, cool downs. A regular session like any other. Mark would be there. Obviously. He trained with the squad just like everyone else. Our private sessions didn't change that. At the academy, he was just another athlete. Another runner. Another face in the group. That's all. I'd ignore him. Focus on the other students. Keep my distance. Keep things professional. Simple. I pulled into the academy parking lot and grabbed my bag from the passenger seat
Bailey POVHer face had gone red with anger, jaw tight, eyes blazing."Lola, sit down.""I'm going to kill him, Bailey.""Sit down."She stood there for a few more seconds, fists clenched at her sides, breathing hard through her nose.Then she sat.Slowly."That man," she said, her voice low and shaking, "is the worst thing that ever happened to you. And I promise you, every single word he said was a lie. Every one."My eyes burned."I know," I whispered."Do you? Because the fact that you kept this in for three weeks tells me those words are still sitting in your head."I didn't answer.She leaned forward."You are beautiful, Bailey. Strong, yes. Built different, yes. But that's what makes you incredible. Any man who can't see that is blind and stupid. And Phillip was both."A tear slipped down my cheek before I could catch it.I wiped it fast."Okay," I said, clearing my throat. "That's not the only thing I need to tell you."Lola's eyebrows rose."There's more?""Remember the gig?
Steven POV.The Next Morning.I turned in my sleep, staring awake as I heard movements. Sounds floated to me from all over the house."Oh, for Christ's sake, who was making that noise this early?" I murmured, and dragged my pillow, placing it around my head, trying to drown out the noise. But the
Steven POV.I didn’t breathe for a full second.Fabian stood shirtless in the hallway. Broad shoulders, sleepy eyes, hair still tousled from the night we spent tearing each other apart. He looked like sex itself, like the exact evidence of what Bailey had accused me of. And Bailey… oh God.Her br
Steven POV.2 weeks later.It's been two weeks since I left Gardnerville.I was back in Vegas, and things had picked up once I got back.I was back to the workload, the school, the pressure, everything weighing down on me, and right now Gardnerville just felt like a vacation I had gone to stay at.
Steven POV.Fabian took a sip from his wineglass and set it on the table. His eyes lingered hard on my lips, before he finally answered."Well, now that I'm back," he began, continuing our conversation. " I intend to pick up more shifts from my part-time job at the auto repair shop. I also intend







