Finished badminton practice this afternoon, and my hands are still shaking... But it's not the sport that's got me trembling. It's the new coach in the locker room. The way he stared at me while I changed into my tank top had me instantly soaked. When he came over to adjust my racket grip, his fingers 'accidentally' slid across my waist, and I almost cried out right there. Now my mind is just replaying him pinning me against the locker, yanking my shorts down from behind... Damn, I need another cold shower. 🥵