sneakers on hardwood was deafening. It was basketball practice, but b

Chelsea to the front

" she sighed.

Chelsea had to admit that. Classic all-American looks, blonde

t line, spun, and shot. The

a million-dollar smile. He point

squealed, digging her elbow into Chelse

led a textbook out of her ba

wooning. He was used to her being the gratefu

jogged over, wiping sweat from his forehead w

nded his hand, palm up. Expecting her to hand him her wate

his hand. Then she

p, Ben?"

id, winking. "Hy

ce. It was

ulled out a chilled bottle of water

reached

ted the bottle to her own lips

r their section of the bl

ttle, capped it, and p

hed?" s

ng in the air. He looked like

Thanks for asking." She

ckered. Bennet's face turn

leaning in so only Chelsea could he

're the one standing there wit

gasped. "

ater bottle at him. "Here, baby.

were glued to Chelsea. They were cold, angry.

a said, meeting his gaze. Her voice was ste

r a second, she saw the man who would o

hat," he muttere

. "What the hell was that?

ea said, standing up. "The testost

r and walked out. She could feel B

ms, and pushed open the heavy double doors to

in her pocket. A

eet me behind the bleachers after practice

screen. The audacity

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pocket. She needed higher groun

roof of the science building. It was strictly off-limit