He grasps my inner thigh gently and strokes my cheek. His delicious chocolate brown eyes stare back at me hungrily.
"Stay calm, stay calm" I said to my self in my head.
His eyes find my lips as he slowly brings his lips towards mine. He wraps his lips around mine as I kiss back.
He starts to shake me suddenly. Falling back I ask "what are you doing? What's wrong?"
"Wake up Audra" he shouts.
My eyes flutter open as I look around and breathe in a sigh of relief. My mom.
"You looked like you were eating something or someone while you were sleeping."
"Oh really" I replied. "That's weird."
"Were you having that same dream" my mother asked.
"Umm yeah" I said. "Which dream is that again?"
"The one where you're an alien from Mars and you invade earth with your fleet of alien armies. You are all cannibals and eat the humans."
"Oh yeah definitely that."
After she leaves, I remind myself not to be awkward at practice today with Milos. Milos being my personal coach, hitting partner, and physical/mental trainer, he's pretty much always around me.
Getting up and off my memory foam mattress, I open my closet and pick out my black Lulu Lemon strappy top with an open back and black spandex. Airy and stretchy, my bright neon socks hug my feet. Tugging my shoes on, I tie my neon Asics Gels tight so they're as snug as a bug.
Pouring water, I dump ice into my Gatorade gallon jug.
Grabbing my hat, sunglasses, water jug, and tennis bag, I step outside and wait for my oh so handsome coach to pick me up from my house to begin this oh so awkward day.
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Hymn for The Weekend
FanfictionAudra is a regular 18 year old girl. She's a tennis player and her 25 year old coach just happens to be Milos Raonic who is number 6 in the world and happens to look like Aphrodite's son. To be a good Tennis coach you have to get to know your player...
