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    “What’s with the tape?”
    “Keeps the wrist aligned with the forearm. Prevents injury,” he tells me, sticking out his arm and slapping the top of it.
    “Thank you, but I know what a forearm is.”
    “Of course you do,” he says, smirking at me.
    I open my mouth to say something, but can’t think of any words, so I just shake my head at him. Coach Daniels is still tidying up all the equipment, and I know better than to interrupt him.
    The smell of Chance’s sweat drifts over to me. It’s not particularly pungent, just has a heat to it, but underlying is the hint of something musky.
    I like the way he smells.
    “I thought about you last night,” Chance tells me, cracking open the lid of a bottle of bright blue sports drink.
    “Oh, gross.”
    “Well, you left me all blue down there.”
    “Even grosser,” I say. I presume he’s referring to blue balls.
    “You’re different today,” he says. He offers me a sip.
    “No… thanks. And how am I different?”
    “You seem less wound-up.”
    “I’m just trying to ignore you so I don’t ruin my day.”
    “You sure that’s it?” he asks, eyebrow cocked up, a grin parting his lips.
    “You weren’t that good,” I tell him, getting up and walking away from him.
    I don’t want him to see the smile on my face. I particularly liked that barb.
    I flick my head over my shoulder, catch a glimpse of Chance leaning back on the bleachers. Sweat drips down his chest and abs, makes his body shine.
    God, he looks sexy.
    I can see now that the serpent tattoo on his arm is actually a dragon, and it’s talon-feet extend onto his chest on the right side.
    He’s also got some other kind of tattoo down his right over his ribcage and abdominals, but I can’t really make out what it is at this distance.
    Now standing about five meters away from him, I feel a bit more confident, at ease.
    “Coach Daniels just kicked your ass,” I tell him, giving him a nasty sneer.
    That wakes him up.
    Chance jumps to his feet, swaggers toward me, licking his lips. He doesn’t look amused at all.
    “He didn’t kick my ass.”
    “Looked like that to me.”
    “I hesitated. He’s old.”
    “Hey!” Coach barks from the cage.
    I return my attention to Chance. “You hesitate, you lose.”
    “She’s right, Chance,” Coach says, his hoarse voice echoing in the gymnasium. “You lost, deal with it.”
    I grin broadly at Chance, flash my eyes at him.
    “I’ve got a fight on Monday,” he tells me after a moment. He’s got this leftover smirk. He knows how to take a hit, even one from me.
    “I heard.”
    “Watch me.”
    “Uh,” I sound, shaking my head. “You can’t just tell me what to do.”
    “It’s at eight in the evening. Get the address from Coach with your reference letter.”
    Chance turns and walks off, swinging a towel over his shoulder.
    “Where are you going?” I ask, though hating myself for it.
    Now he turns around, smirking. “To hit the showers. Want to join me?”
    I’m about to give him an unequivocal no when Coach shouts from the other side of the gym at us, “Cut it out, Chance!”
    Chance gestures with his head at the door to the changing rooms, and his amused eyes shine. It’s an invite…
    Then he disappears in.
    “You know what you’re doing is sexual harassment!” I call, chasing after him. “You really shouldn’t do that, you’ll get in trouble someday.”
    His voice bounces out from the tiled changing room walls: “The good kind of trouble?”
    “The jail-time kind of trouble!”
    “Can’t hear you.”
    I’m standing at the doorway to the boy’s changing room, hands on my hips, determined to get the last word in.
    Coach is still on the other side of the gym, in the practice cage, picking up stuff.
    Argh!
    I step into the changing room, shouting: “The jail-time kind of trouble!”
    But when I round the corner of a corridor, I see him totally naked from behind, his tight, bare ass facing me. His broad back tapers into a