“Koteskiy.” The coach nods, scratching at his beard. “And?” “Sadie,” I offer. I take a sip of my water and nearly spew it back out when his coach asks, “Girlfriend?” Rhys blushes and I find myself suddenly aching to say yes and tackle him to kiss his heated skin. My fingers twitch because just the thought is so intensely overwhelming—to see Victoria’s face of shock, Coach Kelley’s fuming at my disgusting, unprofessional behavior. To feel him again… suddenly my cheeks are the ones heating.
