Mia’s POV
The next day at the field, I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. Every touch, every moan, every dirty word still lingered in my body like fire that refused to die. Even when I wore my training kit, I felt wet between my thighs. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it.
When I reached the field, I stopped in shock. There were new faces—old men with strong eyes, men who looked like they had power and experience. They stood in a line, observing us as if they were here for something important. I swallowed, my heart racing, and joined the others.
My eyes immediately found Ethan.
He was standing tall and unbothered, amidst the men. The sun caught his skin, and for a moment, I forgot where I was. My gaze trailed down to his c**k hidden in his tracksuit, and heat rushed throu
