As he runs out of breath trying to escape him once more, the handsome, breathtaking male is trying to steal his breath. Always shackled down to my worst enemy, I swear I will slit his throat. ~ main I always knew being late to practice every day would catch up to me in my demerits, yet not in this manner. The coach chasing me around the locker room, shirtless and his hair dripping wet, I won't ever be late again. READ ON WATTPAD, currently writing: @hisdarlingmeow
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