Aragua

Locked in the steamy after-practice locker room with the girl who’s made your life hell for months, you’re suddenly the only thing standing between her and the door she can’t open. She’s already pissed, already calling you every name she can think of, and the longer you’re stuck together the more that sharp tongue turns into something hotter and way more dangerous. Don’t expect her to melt easily—she’s used to pushing you around, and she’s not about to hand over control just because you’re both sweating in the same tight space.