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together for a talk,” I remind her.
    “You were a complete ass the first time we met, and I was a little shocked during our second encounter.”
    “Third time’s the charm, then.”
    “The third time was on the plane. Nothing physical happened, so we can say it went okay.”
    “You let me hold your hand. I’d say that’s more than okay.”
    “Holding my hand is a win for you?”
    “Most definitely.”
    Instead of saying anything, she turns her hand over and holds it in front of me. I don’t hesitate to take it, and intertwine my fingers with hers. We hold hands for the next hour while we talk about nothing important, and awkwardly eat and drink with our other hands. I could stay here all night with her, but training starts tomorrow, and we both know I need to go to sleep. I walk her to her room and keep hold of her hand, because I’m not ready to say goodnight yet.
    “I want to kiss you.”
    “Okay.”
    I let go of her hand to cup her face with both of mine, and then I kiss her like she’s the most precious treasure I’ve ever been given. I know she’s not mine yet, but as I brush my lips over hers again and again, I can’t help but hope that she will be.
    She runs her fingers through my short hair as I reluctantly pull back. “Goodnight, Wave.”
    “Goodnight, Knox.”

4
    W averly
    Knox’s life isn’t glamorous, or even fun. At least not for me. For the past few days, I’ve gone with him everywhere, under the guise of analyzing his strokes, and researching his opponents. In reality, as he’s swimming for hours at a time twice a day, I’m sitting poolside and weeding through his fan mail. The emails and Facebook messages are endless, and frankly, a little embarrassing.
    I’ve seen more bikinis, bare breasts and vaginas than I’ve ever seen in my life. I’m the first to speak up about women of all shapes and sizes being beautiful, but the sheer volume of the pictures, and differences, is a little overwhelming.
    “You get used to it,” Cohen tells me with a laugh.
    I look over my shoulder at him, and shake my head. “I’m not a guy, so I doubt that.”
    “Not holding any back for your spank bank?”
    “Yeah, no. And it’s really kind of gross if you do that.”
    “Hey, just because they want Knox to be the one doing it doesn’t mean I can’t reap some rewards, too. Best friend privileges, and all.”
    “I thought you were the nice one, but you’re a pig.”
    He shrugs. “I’ve never denied it, and frankly, neither has my good friend over there,” he says, motioning to Knox.”
    “I guess I’ll see that at the party tomorrow,” I say, my voice shaking just a little.
    “He likes you, Wave.”
    “We’re just friends.”
    “Friends who spend all their free time snuggled up together.”
    “We’ve only kissed,” I blurt out, and then cover my mouth.
    It’s true. We hang out in the cage every night after dinner, talking and kissing until we’re both ready to collapse. Then he walks me upstairs, and walks away. I know he needs his sleep, but doesn’t he need…anything else? There’s no way I’ll ask Cohen—or Knox—but I do wonder about it.
    “There’s nothing wrong with kissing,” he says, but he looks a little sympathetic.
    “I should get back to work,” I tell him, because I don’t want to hear what else he might have to say. Plus, I really do need to get back to the emails and messages.
    I can’t let myself get distracted by the man himself, and what we are and aren’t doing. If he wanted more, he’d ask for it. Just because he hasn’t, it doesn’t mean anything’s wrong. At least that’s what I’m going to keep telling myself until I believe it.

    K nox
    I knew this party was going to be great, and I wasn’t wrong. There’s not a spot in my backyard that isn’t being filled by a hot chick in a barely-there bikini. The guys from my training team are here, and we invited a few other guys we’ve met, but the women definitely outnumber the men. There’s