Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

One Month Later
CLAY RUNS PAST me, and I start to charge her with my stick, but I stop,
giving up. “You want to tell me why we’re still practicing?” I shout as the
team races around us. “Season’s over.”
She spins, running backward as she speaks. “We still have incoming
freshmen to train this summer.”
“And why did I agree to that?”
“Because you do everything I say.”
She winks, a wicked smile spreading across her face, and a jolt hits my
heart the way it always does at the sight of her.
“Actually, she promised you a massage,” Krisjen adds, jogging past me.
Followed by Chloe. “A full body one.”
Oh, yeah. Now I remember. She caught me at a weak moment.
Girls run back and forth, Clay saving the ball from the goal, and I think
she’s going to miss this. Being captain, she told me, has been one of the best
parts of high school, because she got to spend time with me.
I remember it a little differently. Body slams and extra workouts and her
always hogging the ball. But she sure is trying to make up for it. She kept her
word. She has been so pleasant.
I swoop in front of her as she charges toward me and flings the ball off to
Krisjen just as Clay pushes me to the ground. She lands on top of me,
smiling, but I roll us over.
I stare down at her. “I’m not sure I wouldn’t rather just spend it on the
beach, instead.” I tell her. “Hell, I’d rather be on an air boat with Trace, gator