The Swim Coaches' Forbidden Lessons - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The next morning, Liam showed up at my place bright and early. As his car wound through unfamiliar roads, putting more distance between us and the bustling city center, my fingers nervously twisted the hem of my blouse. Was I crazy for doing this? What if he...?
I quickly shot a text to my best friend—my emergency lifeline. If she didn't hear from me in two hours, she'd call my parents. Only after hitting send did some of the tension leave my shoulders.
I'd dressed carefully—a delicate white blouse that showed just a hint of skin, paired with a gray pleated skirt that gave me that sweet, innocent look. My legs pressed together nervously as unfamiliar scenery flashed by the window. This was getting way too remote. If I'd known we were going this far out, I never would've agreed!
But Liam kept his cool. "Relax," he said, shooting me that easy smile of his. "I've been to this beach before—private, gorgeous, and completely safe. You're in good hands." His calm confidence settled my nerves a little.
The sudden cry of seagulls snapped me out of my thoughts. We'd arrived. My breath caught as I took in the endless stretch of turquoise water meeting golden sand—completely deserted. "Liam, this is... incredible."
He chuckled, his gaze slowly traveling from my legs up to my face. "The view's not bad, but it's got nothing on you, Luna." The way he said my name—low and intimate—sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. Since when did the school's resident bad boy give such genuine compliments?
As Liam stripped down to his swim trunks with effortless confidence, I hesitated. "Uh... Liam? There's nowhere to change here." He immediately turned his back, his toned shoulders rigid. "No one around. My eyes stay shut—scout's honor."
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse. Part of me kept expecting him to sneak a peek, but he didn't budge—not even when I adjusted my bikini straps. A pang of guilt hit me. Why did I always assume the worst about him?
"Okay," I said brightly, turning around. "Where do we start the—" My voice died in my throat.
Three figures stood before me.
I staggered back, my feet sinking into the soft sand.
Aaron and James—those creep swim instructors from the aquatic center—were here. Memories of their wandering hands came flooding back, ice flooding my veins.
"What the hell?" My head whipped toward Liam, who stood casually beside them. "Explain this! Now!"
His lips curled into a smirk. "Oh Luna," he tutted, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "We're partners in crime. After hearing you'd be at the aquatic center, I set these two up just for you. That little heroic rescue yesterday? All part of the show."
My legs gave out. I collapsed onto the sand, staring up at him in horror. "Why?"
He crouched down, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "Remember how you looked at me when I asked you out? Like I was dirt beneath your designer shoes?" His grip tightened as realization dawned—this was payback for rejecting him.
With a nod from Liam, Aaron and James grabbed my arms. Liam sighed dramatically, towering over me. "The aquatic center had too many witnesses. But here?" He flicked my bikini strap with mocking playfulness. "No one's coming to save you."
His eyes darkened with cruel amusement as he leaned in close.
"Now then... let's begin your real swimming lesson."
I quickly shot a text to my best friend—my emergency lifeline. If she didn't hear from me in two hours, she'd call my parents. Only after hitting send did some of the tension leave my shoulders.
I'd dressed carefully—a delicate white blouse that showed just a hint of skin, paired with a gray pleated skirt that gave me that sweet, innocent look. My legs pressed together nervously as unfamiliar scenery flashed by the window. This was getting way too remote. If I'd known we were going this far out, I never would've agreed!
But Liam kept his cool. "Relax," he said, shooting me that easy smile of his. "I've been to this beach before—private, gorgeous, and completely safe. You're in good hands." His calm confidence settled my nerves a little.
The sudden cry of seagulls snapped me out of my thoughts. We'd arrived. My breath caught as I took in the endless stretch of turquoise water meeting golden sand—completely deserted. "Liam, this is... incredible."
He chuckled, his gaze slowly traveling from my legs up to my face. "The view's not bad, but it's got nothing on you, Luna." The way he said my name—low and intimate—sent an unexpected shiver down my spine. Since when did the school's resident bad boy give such genuine compliments?
As Liam stripped down to his swim trunks with effortless confidence, I hesitated. "Uh... Liam? There's nowhere to change here." He immediately turned his back, his toned shoulders rigid. "No one around. My eyes stay shut—scout's honor."
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my blouse. Part of me kept expecting him to sneak a peek, but he didn't budge—not even when I adjusted my bikini straps. A pang of guilt hit me. Why did I always assume the worst about him?
"Okay," I said brightly, turning around. "Where do we start the—" My voice died in my throat.
Three figures stood before me.
I staggered back, my feet sinking into the soft sand.
Aaron and James—those creep swim instructors from the aquatic center—were here. Memories of their wandering hands came flooding back, ice flooding my veins.
"What the hell?" My head whipped toward Liam, who stood casually beside them. "Explain this! Now!"
His lips curled into a smirk. "Oh Luna," he tutted, voice dripping with fake sympathy. "We're partners in crime. After hearing you'd be at the aquatic center, I set these two up just for you. That little heroic rescue yesterday? All part of the show."
My legs gave out. I collapsed onto the sand, staring up at him in horror. "Why?"
He crouched down, gripping my chin hard enough to bruise. "Remember how you looked at me when I asked you out? Like I was dirt beneath your designer shoes?" His grip tightened as realization dawned—this was payback for rejecting him.
With a nod from Liam, Aaron and James grabbed my arms. Liam sighed dramatically, towering over me. "The aquatic center had too many witnesses. But here?" He flicked my bikini strap with mocking playfulness. "No one's coming to save you."
His eyes darkened with cruel amusement as he leaned in close.
"Now then... let's begin your real swimming lesson."
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