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It has never occurred to Allison that she could be into Renee, if only because she’s always had such a fixed type: big, brawny, and brawly. Renee is her best friend, listens to her, understands her. She has never flinched at the ugliest parts of her, at her tears and snot and furious grief, but she is too dainty and sweet to flame Allison’s lust, to make her head spin with desire.
During games, when Renee is sweaty and focused and unsmiling, a frisson of interest runs down her spine. But when they shower the effect gets washed away: Renee is once again gentle and fair and peaceful. She makes Allison warm, not hot.
Yet here Allison stands, accidental interloper, watching Renee spar with Andrew, and the Renee she thought existed only on the court doesn’t hold a candle to this new, fascinating creature—fierce, teeth bared, punches dirty. Sweat pours down her neck, turning her white tank see-through, her neon green sports bra visible. Her knuckles are bloody, so is the sharp slice of her smile. She is a force of nature, an avenging angel, violent and cunning and a little mean, and… oh.
Oh.
Allison is in trouble.