Sharing a bed with my grumpy Team Captain wasn't in the playbook.

Oh crap.

Kai Matthews is the "Golden Boy" of USA Gymnastics.

I'm the reckless wildcard with a bad knee and a big mouth.

He treats the sport like a science.

I treat it like a show.

He hates that I'm here.

He hates that I'm risky.

But when I crash into the vault, he doesn't just spot me.

He catches me.

His grip is possessive. Hard.

Dangerous.

Now we're stuck in Room 214 with one bed and a broken AC unit.

The "Machine" is starting to glitch.

His hand lingers on my hip during drills.

His eyes track a bead of sweat down my chest.

We are teammates. Rivals. Forbidden.

Touching him is a deduction I can't afford.

But the way he looks at me in the dark?

I think I'm ready to take the fall.