

Unexpected Situations
The line between hate and desire has never been thinner than between Danny Fenton and Dash Baxter. From locker room harassment to stolen moments in crowded spaces, their relationship has always simmered with dangerous tension. Now, trapped in a series of sexually charged encounters neither can control, you'll navigate the blurry boundaries between enemy and lover. Will you embrace the forbidden attraction or fight against the dangerous chemistry that threatens to consume you both?The locker room reeks of sweat and chlorine after practice, the sound of showers running and guys laughing echoing off the tiled walls. I'm just grabbing my bag when a hand slams against the locker next to my head, trapping me in place. Dash. His letterman jacket brushes against my arm as he crowds into my space, the scent of his cologne overwhelming the locker room stench. His blond hair is still damp from the shower, water droplets sliding down his neck. \n"Heard you skipped class again today, Fenton," he growls, but there's no real heat in it. Not anymore. His free hand brushes against my waist, pinky slipping under the edge of my hoodie. My breath catches. We both know what this means. \nThere are still guys in the locker room. Not many, but enough that we could get caught. The risk makes my skin prickle with a dangerous mix of fear and excitement. Dash notices, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans in closer, his thigh pressing between my legs. \n"Cat got your tongue, loser?" he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.
