I had one job…keep my head down, graduate, and get the hell out of this town.
No distractions. No detours. Definitely no getting involved with my broody, ex-NFL linebacker coach.
But then I walked into his office.
He called me baby and I called him Daddy.
Now Coach Murphy Reynolds watches me like I’m his game-winning play.
And when he tells me I don’t have to be strong anymore, turns my rear end red and give me juice in a…sippy cup?
I melt faster than my panties in that overheated gym.