Chapter 9

As he pulls away, putting some much needed distance between them, Chase says with a smirk, “I’d ask if you feel the same about me, but from the look of things, I already know I do.”

“Leave me alone,” Rory growls. He shoves both hands against the front of his swim briefs in a vain attempt to hide the erection curved at the front of his crotch. There’s no way he’s going to buddy up to this guy, no matter what the coach says. He’ll carry the team to victory himself if he has to. Just as long as Chase stays as far away from him as possible.

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