✍ Scribed by Faye, Madison
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The first kiss I stole. The second, he claimed. This is forbidden. This is taboo. And this is a scandal that could drown us both. My name is Waverly Owens, and I’m in love with my high school swim coach. I’ve got a crush. He’s gorgeous and brooding, with arms that make my knees week, abs that make me forget how to breath, and good lord does he fill out a swimsuit in all the right ways. The only problem? He’s ten years older, my mother is his boss, and, oh right, he’s my high school swim coach. Yeah. Camden Kirby is what you might call “x-rated” hot. He’s too gorgeous—certainly too gorgeous to be coaching girls high school swimming. Crushing on my coach is one thing. But when I end up creating a fake dating app profile specifically to, well, secretly seduce him? Well, now we’re playing in the deep end. There’s too much at stake for us to be this reckless, but once we’ve crossed that line, there’s no swimming back, no matter how wrong this is. I’ve got homework and college apps, he’s got demons, and scars. I’m in over my head, but I want to drown in him. I want to lose myself in him. This is a story love, lust, and diving in head-first. …You better take a deep breath.
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