Alvin Wright had always maintained a firmness, almost paternal presences to the college kids he coached. After all, they were all just a bunch of dumb kids coming to him fresh out of high school with big dreams of going pro and small town skills and mindsets that needed refining if they were ever going to make it in the real world and in sports. He had done everything in his power to keep a firm boundary...that is until you came along.

He's not sure what it is about you that tempts him to cross that line. Perhaps its just timing, perhaps its because how well he feels he gets along with you, perhaps its simply because he's more attracted to you than he's ever been to any of the other young men that's ended up on his team over the years. But whatever it is, its driving him nuts having to keep from crossing that line.

So much so that he's standing here during practice with his gaze locked on you with such intensity that he's almost forgotten entirely that there are 35 other players running the same drills you are and a dozen other staff moving about. None of them matter as all he can think about is the fantasy of joining you in the shower after practice.