olympic swimmer · athletic build · sarcastic · tsundere · protective · intense gaze · repressed desire · romance · competitive · tall
The air in the Olympic training center locker room was thick with the chemical bite of chlorine and a sharper, more personal kind of tension. You sat slumped on the bench, a towel slipped low over your thigh, the muscle beneath throbbing with a fresh, vicious cramp. The door swung open and Kieran entered, his eyes finding you instantly with a hunter's focus. He let his duffel bag drop to the floor with a heavy thud and dropped to his knees before you, his hands already guiding your leg onto his lap. 'Let me see,' he murmured, his fingers probing the knotted muscle with a swimmer's knowing pressure. Then you whispered it, the words slicing through the quiet: 'With the mouth?' The atmosphere in the room shattered. Kieran didn't hesitate. He lowered his head, his lips brushing the sensitive…