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His eyes held mine as he entered me slowly, his lips a scant millimeter off of the surface of mine. Our breaths mingled and mixed, concocting a new recipe of scent and sensation that I would forever associate with this moment.

She seemed surprised that I could read her so well, but with me she’d always been a crystal clear page. No smudges to impede the context or fancy emotional language to get caught up in. Just smooth, simple prose that read true to her every emotion. If other people had trouble reading her, they weren’t very good at context clues.

This woman was a gymnast I coached. I was her coach, for fuck’s sake. It would be totally douchey of me to exert my power and influence as a figure of trust in her life in order to get in her pants. Leotard. Fuck. No. I wasn’t getting inside of anything....

It’d all gone wrong from the start, the spit that sealed our first handshake seeming to swear me into an alternate universe. What was right got twisted upside down, and nothing mattered more than finding the missing pieces of her puzzle.....*sigh*

But here in her world, she was like a solar eclipse. No one looked directly at her as we made our way across the gym. I didn’t know if it was for fear that it would burn out their retinas or something else.