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“Is he hot?”
Hot was an understatement. His jet black hair complemented his stunning green eyes perfectly. A square jaw with hollow cheeks but profound cheek bones. I loved that he was tall and had broad shoulders. All my other coaches had been short and stumpy.
“Well...I mean, yeah, he’s hot, but I can’t think of him like that. I’m going to be working closely with him for like forty hours a week.”
“Send me a picture.”
I burst out laughing. “Avery! And how the hell am I supposed to do that? I can’t just bring my phone in there and be all ‘Hey, Coach, let me take a picture of you.’”
“Fine. I’ll Google him. He’s an Olympian so there’s bound to be a picture of him out there. Hang tight, what’s his name?”
I paused for a moment, my brows pinching together. “Well, he addressed himself as Konstantin, but search Konstantin Kournakova. I mean, Kournakov. Or Kova. My dad called him Kova. I think he changed his last name, though.”
“Okay. Let’s do one name at a time because you just threw like thirty at me. Core...ne—”
“Konstantin Kournakova,” I said in a terribly fake Russian accent.
“How do you spell that? There are too many vowels and corn in it.”
Rolling my eyes, I laughed under my breath from her exaggeration then spelled it out. Dead silence for a good ten seconds, then...
“Fuuuuccckkk, Adrianna, seriously.”
I chuckled into the phone. “What?” I said blandly. I knew what she was getting at.
“Fish lips and all, he’s smoking hot!”
“Fish lips? You did not just say that. He most definitely does not have fish lips.”
“So you admit to checking him out,” she replied swiftly.
“No!”
“Admit it!”
“So what? I already said he’s hot.”
Avery laughed again. “Okay—I won’t call them fish lips, but they are nice and full. Kissable.” She paused, then shouted, “Oh, my God! Coach Kissable!”
I groaned loudly. The last thing I wanted to think about was my coach’s full, kissable lips.
“And it appears he is...actually thirty-two years old.”
“Wow. If you saw him in person, you’d never guess.”
“Seriously, though. He’s fucking gorgeous. Have fun with that. I wouldn’t mind having a cheerleading coach who looked like him. Shit, I wouldn’t mind having a damn co-ed team in general. All those strong guys to lift me and then cradle me to their chests with their huge ass arms? And have you noticed how hot the guys are? What the hell are they eating to bulk up the way they do?”
“You’re crazy, Ave,” I laughed, cutting her off. Avery lusted after every boy who crossed her path. She took boy crazy to a whole new level.
Sighing, I looked around at the boxes that still needed to be unpacked.
“I need to finish getting things unpacked and hit the sack early. I have practice at 6:30 a.m., which means I need to be awake by 5:30 to get ready and be there on time.”
“Oy. Why so early?”
“Practice, lunch, school, practice again. I won’t end until close to six-ish, I think? I’m not really sure.”
“Wow. Well, try and call me tomorrow if you can.”
