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49- Day 1

"Up Clifford!" She heard a knocking on her door that could only be Coach Tina.

Evelyn then heard knocking in the room next to hers, slightly further away, "Up Hemmings!"

She sat up with fear just to see Luke feigning tiredness in the other room. She laughed to herself, the idea of him faking as if he was not with her the entire time.

Luke walked up to the door, opening it and feigning a yawn. When the coach showed satisfaction, she heard knocking at her door. Evelyn quickly got up and opened it, nodding towards to her coach.

She closed the door, turning around to see Luke entering her room.

He smiled at her, scratching the back of his neck.

Shirtless.

Evelyn bit her lip with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. He was still warm from the sleep, "Baby."

"Yes Luke," she smiled as she hit her lip.

"Let's get ready for breakfast," he whispered, his hands lowered to her waist, not moving whatsoever.

Finally, she pulled away as they each turned to their fencing gear. Evelyn reached over to her bag, pulling out a tight sports shirt and nike shorts, meant to fit under her gear.

Luke came into her view wearing identical black tight clothes, his shorts matching hers.

He looked good. So fucking good.

Her lips parted, her fingers clenching on her sides as he smirked towards her.

"What's on your mind?" he smirked, though it was more of a rhetorical question. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in.

Luke breathed against her neck, her eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The hot air enveloped her mind, her head falling back as his hair tickled her jaw.

He leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her neck, her breath catching in her throat as she gripped his shoulder tightly.

"Let's go?" He murmured against her skin as she nodded. Not a movement from her as he brushed his fingers on her neck, tilting her head back once more.

"Alright."

With that they grabbed their fencing gear, picking up their key cards and leaving the rooms.

The breakfast buffet was enormous, to say the least. Huge.

Evelyn's eyes widened with excitement as she nearly ran up to the trays of food. She slowed her step to see many other adults of different ages there. All of them in an assortment of athletic gear.

She picked up a white plate, placing the food she wanted on her tray before sitting down at the table her coach was at. Luke followed close behind.

"How are my two prodigies?" Coach Tina smiled, taking a bite out of her sausage.

"Slept well," Luke murmured as he shoveled food in his mouth.

Evelyn's eyes couldn't help but follow the people walking around them. Everyone else was unusually in athletic clothes.

"This entire hotel was reserved for the competition," she swallowed some food, "Game plan you two."

They kept silent as she continued to speak with seriousness, her voice slightly lowered, "Everyone here is relatively older than you two. They will think you are young, over your own head. And, they are all going to want to use the big field and show off their skills."

Evelyn nodded eagerly, waiting for her instruction, "What will we do?"

"You two will let them."