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When I opened the door, the scent of sweat and cleaner settled some of the bitterness that had been percolating through my veins. If only it was as pure as anger, though. No, seeing Allie and Chaz so happy burned through me like acid. Maybe I’d been the problem—too much and not enough, all in the same breath.
“Hey, Ames,” Emmit said.
“Figured I’d get ahead today,” I said, tugging on my duffel and making a beeline for the locker room. Normally, I’d stay and chat a bit more, but all this prickly energy coursing through me would sabotage any attempts at small talk. I just needed to feel—anything but this.
I tossed my duffel in a locker near the back.
The door to the locker room creaked, but tucked back here, I couldn’t see who entered. Hopefully, they wouldn’t want to strike up a conversation.
Footsteps came closer, and I sucked in a breath, restraining a groan.
Sam stepped into view.
Her hair was pulled into the usual ponytail, her tits on display in that tight sports bra she loved to wear, and her black shorts showed off plenty of creamy muscular thigh. Fuck, it was so unfair of her to appear looking hot as ever while I was horny and angry and needed release so damn badly.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her brow crinkling.
I swallowed hard. Of course she’d noticed something was off. Sam’s observation skills were unparalleled—it was what made her an exceptional trainer, but it was also something that had attracted me early on.
“Just stupid shit,” I muttered, rifling my fingers through my hair. “Seeing my ex and ex-trainer happy together on socials.”
Tip of the fucking iceberg, though.
Sam didn’t say anything, just stared at me with a piercing gaze, the one that flayed me open.
“Look, I’ll get over my hurt feelings. I wasn’t enough to keep her on the hook. And who would want this anyway?”
Sam took a step closer. Then another. And another until mere inches separated us. She placed a hand beside my head, palm splaying against the locker behind me, crowding into my space.
My throat bobbed, and all I noticed was the perfect shape of her lips, the dark, spicy scent of clove lingering around her.
“She was an idiot,” Sam said, her voice husky. Her hot breath puffed against my mouth, and my knees grew weak. My heart accelerated as my body responded like it’d been ignited. Heat rushed through me in one fierce sweep.
“Look, I don’t see any takers lining up.” I couldn’t meet Sam’s gaze, mostly because I couldn’t hide how badly I wanted her. I’d never been good at locking away my feelings, and from the moment we’d crash-landed into each other’s lives again, all the yearning I’d felt as a kid had rushed back in full force.
“Consider me first in line, then,” Sam said.
Holy. Fuck.
I looked up, expecting mockery in her eyes, but no—deadly earnest.
My whole body immolated. Even my cells ignited.
Sam crooked her brow as if giving me the chance to back away, to turn her down.
Hell no.
The space between us stretched out to infinity for a single moment—and then I leaned in and closed it.
My lips brushed against hers, and the electricity sparked through from that single point of contact. Sam pressed in so my back thumped against the locker. She claimed my mouth with surety, turning the kiss from hesitant to incendiary. My knees turned to rubber, and my insides exploded with butterflies, the buoyant lightness the exact opposite of how I’d been feeling. With the way she pinned me to the lockers with her arm at my side, her body in front of mine, I was growing delirious with want, my pussy soaked.
As she slipped her hot tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss with ease, I drank in her taste, fresh like mint. This was everything I’d imagined and more—the effortless way she took control, how her calm competence bled into her movements. Sam might not be flashy, but she’d always given off the vibe she’d be an intense fuck—and her kiss proved she knew how to use her tongue. Pleasure rolled through me in a ferocious sweep, my heart all but bouncing out of my chest as I rested a hand on her hip. Her skin was hot where my fingers splayed across it, and the back of my head thumped against the locker again and again as I lunged in for more.
More of her drugging kisses, more of her sweet taste, more of the euphoria sparking through my system.
My preteen self would’ve died if she knew that one day Sam Taylor would devour me like this.
I nipped at her lower lip, trying to draw her lush mouth to mine. Her softness, her other hand gripping my hip, pinning me against the hard metal behind my back—fuck, I was so lost in the thrill sweeping me away that I never wanted to find my way back. Her low moan vibrated against my mouth and then traveled straight to my core. My clit fucking throbbed from the kiss alone, from having Sam up in my space.
