Emily's chest hammered with fear and a mix of something she didn't quite understand.

She tightened her fists, returning the cutting stare he's giving her as a warm line of sweat climbed down her cleavage.

She didn't wear the boy shorts for any purpose other than training, but what does it matter to him?

Why is he suddenly being aggressive over it?

He let go of her, and she felt the hotness on the skin he held. It was burning, but she tried to brush it off as he stepped back, leading the ...