I can't tear my eyes away from her. She's incredible, the best soccer midfielder I've ever seen. Raw passion on the field. A hundred percent my type, but a thousand percent a distraction I can't afford right now. I've dated other athletes before. We're all too focused on our game for anything meaningful off the field. And usually, I prefer it that way. But she's all muscle and grit, with fierce eyes that let me know she'd wreck my body. And I'd love every second. Our connection feels immediate. The desire is mutual, like nothing I've felt before. Then I make the mistake of a lifetime: I let her wreck my heart.