Chapter 2
Mia’s POV
All night I tossed, restless, my hand between my thighs more than once. I tried to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Coach Ethan, the way his chest pressed against my back, the way his c**k had pinned me when he adjusted my stance. I came whispering his name into the sheets, legs shaking, clit aching from how hard I worked it.
By morning, guilt should’ve drowned me. Instead, I woke up hungry for more.
At practice, I tried to catch his eye, to see if he’d flinch, if he’d even acknowledge what I’d done the day before. But he didn’t. He walked the field, shouting orders, calm and collected like nothing had happened. Like he didn’t still taste my kiss on his mouth.
It drove me crazy.
I couldn’t focus. My legs moved, but my head was somewhere else,
