The Prince’s Playbook (The Prince Pact #3)

ADAN

The whole day passed in a blur. I had classes, conversations, lunch, but none of it registered, as if I was dreaming. I responded when asked a question, reacted when needed, gave all the appropriate signals and did all the expected actions, even though my mind was racing faster than my heartbeat.

That training session had been a disaster. Every time Nils had gotten close to me, every casual touch during demonstrations, every moment of eye contact had all felt charged in ways that would have made no sense three days ago and were crystal clear now.

I was attracted to him. To a man. To my coach.