Chapter 25

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"You really like to tempt me, don't you?" Nelson said, trying to take the attention away from him, waiting for his heart to go back to normal.

"I do, but you're the one who gets tempted by another boy," Cris replied with the familiar sly smile.

Nelson closed his eyes, took a deep breath and got out of the pool. "Thanks for the temptation, but I think it's best if I train. I mean, it's been so long..."

Cris sighed loudly and then showed his gentle smile. "I knew you'd say something like that since you're a masochist an all."

"I'm not one. I'm as far as a masochist as a person can be," Nelson said, pretending to be upset. Then he stopped pretending. "But if I were one, and again, I'm not, wouldn't it mean that you're a super sadist?"

Cris put a hand on his chin and stopped to consider. A second later, his smile widened and his cheeks became a shade of red. "All I'm hearing is that we're perfect for each other."

Nelson blushed and pretended to cough. "So what am I gonna do today?" he asked in a strangely rough voice, trying to change the subject as fast as he could.

Still red, the manager took his cellphone from the jacket. After touching the screen a few times, he nodded and hummed to himself.

"Wha... all this for the first day? What's the coach thinking," he mumbled, more to himself than to Nelson. He shook his head and turned the phone to the swimmer. "This is the schedule the coach set up for today. And apparently, it's just a light training, though I can't see anything 'light' in all this..."

The swimmer widened his eyes. He blinked a couple times and read again, just to make sure he hadn't misread.

'Is this right? It's pretty much what I was training before the accident. I want to get back as soon as possible but there's no way I can do that on the first day back!"

Cris turned the screen back to him and seemed surprised. "Oh, yeah... you're right, this is the old one. What am I thinking," he said, shaking his head. Nelson still saw his smile behind the lips, no matter how much he tried to suppress it. "I must've downloaded it before and it got mixed up somehow. So sorry."

Nelson stared at him with a blank face. "You did it on purpose just to see me get nervous."

"I'd never to that," Cris answered in a fake innocent voice, bringing the phone closer to his face to hide his expression

"You know acting isn't on your set of skills."

Cris laughed. "That's your opinion," he said after he stopped laughing. Then he showed the screen again. "Here's the real training."

Nelson stared at his manager for a second before looking at the phone. "A little hard for someone who's literally just getting back today. But I liked it. The coach really knows me."

The swimmer was already warming up when Cris blocked his path with a leg.

"Wait a second. Before you get your hopes up, I have to say you're not supposed to give your all. Coach's orders."

"Then why make me do all this?"

"He wants to check one if you have any specialty."

"Huh?" The confusion was plain on Nelson's face.

"The coach said that since you don't have much time left until the end of your contract, he wants you to focus on one style only."

"Ah..." Nelson felt his enthusiasm dropping. "Now I get it..."

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