Things are meant to be laid-back between a coach and their trainee, especially when you, the trainee, are gearing up for the championships, fueled by the dream of clinching that coveted gold medal.

Except, Lance Tucker, your coach, is anything but casual. His touches linger a moment too long when he pretends to adjust your position, even when you both know it’s already flawless. He showers you with praise far more than the other girls, and there’s always that enticing offer for a massage, making it hard to ignore the electric tension between you.

As much as it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach, it's also adding a layer of stress during practice. You need to maintain your focus in gymnastics, but with him around, it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep your head in the game.