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A smirk creeps onto my face as I think about the Doc.

The way she walked into the locker room, head held high, her cheeks pink but her posture unflinching.

She’s got fire, even if she doesn’t realize it yet.

And I’ve got my eyes set on her now.

Tiff can text Nick if she wants.

She’s not on my radar anymore.

With a deep sigh, I push the covers off of my body and slowly rise from the bed, my muscles protesting at the sudden movement. I shuffle into the bathroom, the cool tile under my feet a sharp contrast to the warmth of the blankets.

As I turn on the shower, steam begins to fill the room, clouding up the mirror and distorting my reflection.

I step under the hot water, and for a brief moment, I’m able to forget about everything.

But as usual, thoughts of Ally flood my mind. Her reserved demeanor, her buttoned-up attitude toward me—it's almost infuriating how she tries so hard to keep things professional between us. But deep down, I can sense that there is more to her than what she shows on the surface.

There’s a wildness within her just waiting to break free.

I lean my head back as the hot water beats against my face, closing my eyes and letting myself imagine what it would be like to truly let go with Ally. The idea of being the one to unravel all her carefully constructed walls sends a surge of excitement through me.

My hand instinctively reaches down to grip my hard cock, already throbbing with desire from the sexy dream I just had. The warm water only adds to the sensation as I stroke myself, imagining Ally's perfect ass in front of me.

I can practically taste her sweet peach-shaped curves in my mouth as I hungrily devour them.

The thought of hearing her moans and screams of pleasure, her calling out my name as she reaches orgasm, ignites a fire within me. And as I finally reach my own release in the shower, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me.

The kiss we shared earlier may have been brief, but it awakened something within me that I didn't realize was there. I can't wait to see what else we could share.

As I step out of the shower, my phone buzzes again from the bathroom counter. I grab a towel, drying off as I glance at the screen.

>> Dude, practice. Get your ass in gear. I’m coming to pick you up now.

I roll my eyes, quickly tapping out a reply to my brother.

>> Relax, I’ll be ready when you get here.

I toss the phone back onto the counter and pull on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, running a hand through my damp, chestnut hair.

My reflection stares back at me from the mirror, and I grin a little.

Practice can have my focus—for now.

But Ally?

She’s already got me thinking ahead.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Nick

The smellof fresh coffee fills the car, rich and comforting in the crisp morning air. The two cups sit snugly in the holder, their steam curling lazily upward and fogging the windshield just slightly.

I take a deep breath, letting the aroma wake me up. The roads are still relatively quiet, the early hour lending a calm to the city that rarely lasts.

I glance at the clock on the dash. Plenty of time to get to practice, but I still hate being late for anything.

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