Chapter 84 My Hot Coach (4)

The gym door swung open with a faint creak, and there he was—Coach Derek, striding in like he owned the damn place. My breath hitched, and I wasn’t the only one. The air in the room shifted, like the whole gym took a collective inhale. He was in his usual black tank top, the kind that hugged his pecs and showed off the veins snaking down his arms. His dark hair was slightly mussed, like he’d run his hands through it, and those piercing blue eyes scanned the room, landing on us with a sweet, lopsided smile that could melt ice. My stomach did a slow flip, heat curling low in my belly. Fuck, he was gorgeous. “Ladies!” Derek’s voice was warm, a little rough, like he’d just rolled out of bed. “Missed you all.” He dropped his gym bag by the benches, his biceps flexing as he moved, and made his way over to us, that smile still in place. The girlies lit up, their chatter spiking as he approached.