The message arrived without warning, short and direct:

"Closed practice. I want you here. Locker room 10 PM. - H."

Anny read the notification for the third time, lying on her back in bed. Her stomach churned, her body still sensitive from the night before. The memory of the kiss, the warmth of the towel, the way he cornered her… it all still vibrated beneath her skin.

She could have said no.

She could have ignored it.

But when she saw herself in the mirror minutes later, with the jacket ...