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  Her mouth slowly opened—

  Say something, Lace Wyndham, she chided herself. “Good job, guys.” The words came out as a nervous croak, and God, she wanted to hang her head in shame right after. This was not her, dammit, but they were just too intimidating. Not one of them had been condescending or rude to her, and somehow that had even been more crushing. It was as if for these guys, she just didn’t exist.

  At her words, Coach Rob simply nodded. “You can go now,” he told the guys.

  There was a chorus of “Bye, Coach” from the players, but all of them only nodded at Lace when they walked past her on their way to the dugout.

  “Not going home yet?” Coach Rob asked.

  She shook her head. “I thought I’d shoot a few baskets for a while just to clear my head, if that’s okay.”

  “It’s no problem. Just make sure to have maintenance lock up when you go.”

  “Got it.”

  Soon, she was all alone, with even the groupies hanging out at the bleachers gone as well. Lace slowly walked towards the wheeled steel cart of basketballs, pushing it near the free throw line so she could start shooting.

  Dribble. Aim. Release.

  The ball hit the rim but didn’t go in.

  Dribble. Aim. Release.

  The ball rolled around the rim before falling outside the ring.

  Dribble. Aim. Release.

  Lace stared in horror as this time, her shot actually fell short. Oh God, an air ball. A goddamn air ball. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had one. What was happening to her?

  Behind Lace, someone started to dribble.

  She whirled around, hoping it wasn’t one of the players. It wasn’t. It was someone…better or worse, she couldn’t make up her mind just yet.

  Silver Fucking March.

  As always, he was dressed like a model, a dark-haired, blue-eyed six-foot-plus angel in a pricey handmade pinstriped suit. Walked like one, too, his every step practically a demonstration of flawless grace. Did he not do anything wrong? Just looking at him made Lace hate herself more, the way she couldn’t do anything right.

  He suddenly passed the ball to her, but even though she was caught by surprise, she had no problems catching it. By reflex, she started dribbling, too, finding it almost soothing as she asked, “What are you doing here, March?”

  He stopped half a foot away from her. “Hello to you, too, Wyndham.” Before she could snarl at him, he added casually, “Horrible shooting, by the way.”

  Lace wanted to kill him. “Thanks for the compliment, ass—”

  A finger on her lips.

  She stilled.

  Déjà vu.

  But more than that, she remembered. The thing she had done her best not to remember since they last saw each other.

  She remembered the way her heart beat so hard it was all she could hear, the way his lips felt so smooth and firm at the same time, and hot, so, so hot. She remembered the way her fingers shook when they curled around his length, remembered the way that part of him didn’t seem to stop growing in her grasp—

  Oh dear God, now that she remembered—

  When her gaze jerked to his, her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed red.

  “I don’t like it when you swear, little lamb.”

  She scowled. Actually, she had to force herself to, and thank God she managed. Thank God she managed to ignore the larger part of her, which wanted to submit to everything he said. It was so mortifyingly stupid, the way he made her feel so weak and girly with just one look. One word. One touch.

  Pulling his finger away, he said in that beautifully smooth tone of his, “I saw how your practice went, too.”

  “Ah.” She was not going to cry. She was not. Not, not, not—

  Suddenly, she was in his arms, the ball falling from her fingers. Her tears started to soak his undoubtedly expensive shirt. She tried to shove him away, but he was too strong for her. It always surprised her, how someone as fashionable and gorgeous as Silver March could be so strong. Irritated her, too. Did his perfection know no end?

  “It was horrible.” God, was that really her talking? Like a damn crybaby? If she wasn’t careful, she might start sucking her thumb next. If that happened, she would kill herself. She really would.

  “Yes,” Silver said over her head. “It was. Even more horrible than your shooting earlier.”

  “I’m just having a bad day,” she said defensively, wiping away her tears. “I’m normally 9 out of 10, asshole—”

  “Lace.”

  Her shoulders slumped, and even she knew the name-calling had been uncalled for. “Sorry.” She felt his lips brush the top of her head, and somehow that made her want to cry even more. “Don’t you dare pity me,” she said fiercely against his shirt.

  His smile was something she could feel more than see, and his tone was rich in amusement as he said, “Pity is the one thing I’ll never feel for you, little lamb. Lust, exasperation, anger, yes, but pity? You’re too strong to be pitied.” He pulled away, making her look up. When their eyes met, Silver said seriously, “You just forget sometimes how strong you are, that’s all.”

  She watched him turn away, frowning when he bent down to pick up a ball. Again, he tossed it to her without warning and again, she caught it handily.

  When he came to stand behind her, making Lace face the ring, she frowned harder. “I know how to shoot the ball.”

  “I’m sure you do.” But still, his hands covered hers. He whispered to her ear, “Close your eyes.”

  She said automatically, “NO.”

  His laughter rocked his body, his strong hard chest vibrating against her back. “Stop being stubborn. Close your eyes.”

  Even as she gritted her teeth, she found herself doing what he said.

  “I want you to forget everything that happened today.”

  “Easier said than done,” she muttered under her breath.

  “I know. But try it anyway.” His tone was low and cajoling.

  A deep sigh, and then she did as asked, doing her best to clear her mind.

  “I want you to think about your favorite memories of the sport.”

  Now that was easy. It was the first time she played ball with the men in her family, the only time she felt like they were all on equal footing.

  His breath suddenly tickled her ear, electricity crackling over her skin as he said, “Now, open your eyes and try to shoot.”

  Slowly, Lace’s lids drifted open. She dribbled the ball, aimed, and let it fly. It went in. Before she could jump for joy, Silver had already stepped towards the ball tray, tossing her one ball after another. Everything went in. He jogged away, positioning himself under the ring so he could catch the ones she threw and toss it back to her.

  Everything went in.

  “Do you get it now?”

  “Get what?” She was grinning as she asked the question, could feel her face flushing again, but this time out of happiness.

  Silver smiled, and the sight of it was so beautiful that when he threw the ball, she wasn’t able to catch it on time, and the ball hit her flat on the face.

  “FUCK!”

  Both of them swore at the same time, Silver dashing towards her while she slowly felt herself falling—

  But Lace didn’t hit the floor, Silver catching her in time.

  “Fuck.”

  “You shouldn’t swear, too,” Lace mumbled even as she winced at the pain on her nose. That hurt, dammit! She touched her nose then lifted her fingers over her face, wincing again when she saw the blood staining her fingertips.

  “Don’t move.” His voice was grim, and he hadn’t even smiled at her quip. A second later, he had whipped out a snowy white handkerchief—

  The sight of it almost had Lace rolling her eyes. Too. Irritatingly. Perfect.

  “Sorry.” His voice was thick with disgust and self-loathing as he gently pressed the hanky to her nose. He was extraordinarily careful as he slowly lowered them to the floor and laid Lace’s head on hi
s lap.

  Her eyes closed. “You know, this happened to my friend, too.”

  “She got hit by a ball?”

  “No. A nosebleed. Her ex accidentally punched her.” The silence that followed was easy to interpret and she grinned. “It was truly unintentional, and my friend told me it had him almost paranoid about touching her for a long time.”

  “I guess it means you two have the same taste in guys.” The words, delivered in a deadpan tone, had her laughing.

  When she opened her eyes, Lace found Silver gazing down at her with a stoic look on his face. Slowly, Lace reached up to touch his cheek. Why, she wondered dizzily, did she act so different when she was around this guy? He was not the only beautiful man she knew, but somehow he was the only one who made her heart feel like it was being dribbled at lightning speed.

  “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

  “You’re a bad liar.”

  “I meant, it doesn’t hurt as much.”

  Silence, and then his lips curved the slightest bit, and dammit, it dazzled her still, that sexy little smile of his. “Thank you for wanting me to feel better, but it’s your condition that’s the most important right now.”

  She grimaced at his words, but even so, she reminded him, “It’s not my first time to be hit by a ball on the face, you know.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Probably not the last either.”

  “I’m sorry about that as well.”

  She blurted out, “You’ve got better manners than I do.”

  “Do I?” He was visibly bemused. “Do you mind?”

  Slowly, she shook her head, mumbling, “I think it’s…cool.” God, what was she saying? That ball must have damaged her brain someway.

  Silver was stroking her hair now, his touch soft and languid, and it took every bit of her control not to shiver in pleasure.

  “Tell me what’s happened to you since the last time we met.” Murmured words that were both coaxing and commanding.

  This time, she was too tired to argue, too tired to pretend she didn’t ache to follow him. “I transferred schools with the help of some really nice friends. When I was accepted here, I applied for the position of team manager. I was interviewed on the phone by the former team captain, then I met with Derek Christopoulos, one of the board members. He interviewed me, too, and in a nutshell, he made me the unofficial coach of the team.”

  Silver’s brow shot up. “An unofficial coach?” His eyes narrowed, and his tone became cool when he said, “You must have made a great impression on the man.”

  She blinked. “Are you…jealous?”

  “If I am?” His voice had become even cooler.

  She thought about it before saying finally, “That would be…problematic.” And that was an understatement.

  “If it is, let it be my problem.”

  Seeing he wasn’t going to budge, Lace quickly reverted to their earlier subject. “It’s not a permanent position. There’s a non-league tournament about to start, and he told me if I can get the team to make it to the finals, he’ll make the position official.”

  “And what did you say?”

  Her lips twitched. “You don’t want to know.”

  “Tell me.”

  “I told him I’ll do one better. I promised to make his team the tournament champion.” His bark of laughter made Lace swallow. She was happy that she got him to laugh, but she wasn’t so happy about how good his laugh sounded to her ears. Damn, damn, damn, this was so dangerous.

  “Why did I even ask,” Silver was murmuring, a smile still playing on his lips. “That answer was 100% Lace Wyndham.”

  “I have a feeling there’s an insult in there somewhere,” she muttered.

  “How are you getting along with your team?” More and more, Silver March was proving to be the master at sidestepping conversations that wasn’t in his advantage to continue.

  His words had her grimacing and wishing she could be as good as him at evading questions. She said reluctantly, “It’s okay.”

  “You’re lying.”

  “You don’t have to sound so happy about it.”

  He gave her a look of sham sympathy. “That bad, huh?”

  “Shut up.” A second later, and she couldn’t help confiding in him unhappily, “Yeah. It sucks balls—” When a choking laugh escaped Silver, she corrected herself, “I mean, it’s, err, super bad?”

  “Ah.”

  “Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like they were rude to me or whatever. If anything, they’re actually the most well-mannered team of players I’ve ever handled.” She glared up at him.

  Silver didn’t even blink. “Let me guess.” His tone was dry. “They reminded you of me?”

  “Too. Irritatingly. Perfect.”

  “Only you would think that’s a crime.”

  Slowly, she pushed herself up. Silver didn’t stop her, which made her grateful and uneasy at the same time. Why did he seem to know her so well? How could it be that he knew when to push and when to just let her be?

  Her nose had stopped bleeding, allowing Lace to look down on the floor. Tucking her legs under her, she confessed, “They make me feel inadequate. They’re all amazing players, and I just don’t know how to approach them. They’re so different from all the other players I’ve handled—”

  “Wyndham.”

  The interruption had her looking at him.

  “Remember how you were missing the hoop all the time a while ago?”

  She nodded.

  “Was it because you suddenly lost your feel for the ball?”

  She shook her head.

  “Maybe the balls they use here aren’t what you’re used to playing with?”

  No. It hadn’t been that either.

  “Is it the place? It doesn’t feel like it’s your home court yet?”

  No.

  “Then what is it?”

  She said slowly, “It was me.” She remembered his words, his gentle reminder about the times when she forgot her own strength. “Oh.”

  His eyes gleamed. “You get it now?”

  She swallowed. “Yeah.” She did. Because of this beautiful, all-knowing man beside her, she understood.

  “And your team now?” he asked quietly. “Are they really that different from the other teams you handled?”

  Oh.

  She whispered, “I was the one who was different.” She used to be fearless and excited every time she came across an opportunity to coach, but then life got in the way, and she would have bungled the most important break in her life if not for Silver.

  Before she could thank him, she felt Silver taking her hand, pulling her up. “Let me walk you back to your place.”

  She couldn’t even think of saying no, couldn’t even pull away when he helped her pack her stuff, holding her bag with one hand then clasping her hand with the other. It was a quiet walk back home, which was exactly how she liked it. This time, she was no longer surprised that Silver seemed to understand what she needed.

  Silver March could see the future. That was that.

  As they walked, she started planning and strategizing, and the way excitement filled her heart about going to practice made Lace grin like a fool. God, she had missed this feeling – of being unable to sleep because basketball was all she could think about.

  When Silver stopped, she looked up and realized that they had already reached her room. The hallway was dark and empty, and its intimate atmosphere made her nervous all of a sudden.

  “Wyndham.”

  She almost didn’t want to look up, but she also knew ignoring him was pointless. Silver was just the kind who would persist until he had his way.

  A smile once again played on his lips when their eyes met, and Lace had to remind herself very strongly that she was not the type to swoon over a guy’s smile.

  “Open your door.” Another command that she shouldn’t follow but did so anyway. When her door was unlocked, he was the one to push it open. He stepped back, letting
her precede him. He followed her right after, closing the door behind him.

  Her room seemed to magically shrink in size and turn into a living oven at his presence. God, he was so hot—no, no, she meant, the room. The room was so hot.

  For a long moment, they only stared at each other, their bodies so close but not quite touching.

  “My reward.”

  Her eyes widened the same time he placed a finger on her lips.

  And then—

  “Suck it.”

  Oh God.

  Ba-ba-ba-ba-thuuuuuuuuuuuuump. She had learned about the term from reading the manga or Japanese graphic novels that her best friend liked to draw. She used to think it was an exaggerated sound effect used, but now she knew it was true. It was real. It was the exact sound her heart was currently making, the way it tried so hard to smash its way out of her chest.

  Slowly, she opened her mouth, and a moment later, her lips closed over his finger. Lace watched him watch her as she started sucking his finger. She had never done something like this, but somehow she liked it. Found it arousing, embarrassingly so.

  The way his nostrils flared with desire made her body ache, the way only Silver could make her ache. And oh, the way his gaze devoured her made Lace want to be devoured. He only had to say the word—

  “Little lamb, enough.” His voice was strained, suppressed need etched on his too-beautiful face.

  She almost didn’t want to let go, but she was too shy to protest. Her lips parted, the feel of loss keen when his finger left her mouth. He was breathing hard while Lace tried her best to catch hers.

  When he moved towards her, she stiffened, but all Silver did was take her hand, lift it up—

  Oh.

  Before she knew it, her left index finger was inside his mouth, and he was sucking it. Sucked it so good she couldn’t help but press her legs together in hopes of stemming the wetness that threatened to gush out of her.

  He nipped her finger one last time, releasing her finger but keeping her wrist captive. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

  “Do you really expect me to believe that?” The words were out before she knew what she was going to say. Mortification flamed her, but even so, Lace lifted her chin defiantly. “You’ve told me the same thing before—”

  “The time we spent apart was for your sake.” His smile became self-mocking. “And if it was up to my conscience, I would have waited some more. You’re too young for me, too inexperienced—”