Writing Prompt – Day 17

Happy Tuesday Pals!

Today I have a romance prompt for you! (:

After joining an adult swim league, you realize that your coach is irresistibly cute.

My example :

I had heard through the grapevine or possibly even google that swimming was one of the best aerobic activities you could engage in. You would live longer, lead a healthier life, and even experience fuller happiness. Apparently dipping in a pool of lukewarm water and extending your arms and legs qualified as a natural painkiller, not to mention a stress reliever. As if those incentives didn’t already have a hold on me, the moment I laid my eyes on the coach, I knew I was solidly hooked and there was no talking myself out of it.

My first swim class with my new league was more of a meet-and-greet along with a quick assessment of everyone’s current skillset. There was an apologetic fill-in coach on that first day, explaining how our actual coach had an emergency he needed to tend do, resulting in us being evaluated by a random staff member of the YMCA. The twelve of us lined up, one by one diving arms first into the pool regardless of knowing what we were doing or not.

A girl named Jolene was first in line. She was clearly far advanced. It only took one glance at her in the water to figure that out and trust me when I say that she was far from bashful as she showed off her pro-style swimming techniques, something that I would come to despise. Next up was Keith, a father of two, joining just to make his wife happy. He promised her he would lose weight after she threatened to divorce him, and after he learned about the same grapevine advantages as I had, he signed up the next day. Watching him swim was more like watching a walrus with a disabled flipper. But hey, I wasn’t judging. And to be quite frank, I was especially glad I was next in line. To go after Jolene would have been humiliating.

Keith all but flopped himself out of the pool and I took a step forward. Getting ready to attempt my first dive – yes, my literal first dive in my entire life – I came to a startled halt.

Coach Fox – More like Coach Foxy – whispered to the fill-in coach and we all watched as she departed from the room with a quick wave.

Coach Fox clapped his hands together with a smile plastered on his face. The sound echoed off the walls and I wasn’t certain if I was heated from the humidity in the room or my reaction to the irresistable man introducing himself.

I suddenly regretted being third in line. Why couldn’t I have been further down the line, behind another Keith. The coach’s eyes caught mine. “Alright,” he said, “What’s your name?”

I felt all eyes burning into the back of my neck. Suddenly I felt self-conscious as I yelled out my name a little too loudly. Damn that echo.

“Let’s see what you got.” He gestured for me to take the floor with a… wink? It probably wasn’t a wink, but I sure wish it had been.

I took my very best shot at what I thought a dive was supposed to be. As soon as I submerged myself in water, I came to the surface choking and sputtering. Coming from a person who only ever plugged her nose before jumping into water, I guess diving without a clue on how to keep the water from rushing up my nose was a terrible idea. Whoever came up with “diving into the unknown is diving into the divine” clearly already knew how to dive. There was nothing divine about the moment I found myself in. Or was there?

I cringed once the shock wore off and my thoughts flooded my mind – no pun intended. I realized Coach Fox had just witnessed one of my most dramatic fails. I would have rather looked like a walrus with a disabled flipper, at least then I would have at least made it out of the pool on my own. But then again, maybe I liked this way better.

My eyes stung from the chlorine as I tried to catch my breath. I felt arms scooping me up and carrying me to the side of the pool.

“Are you alright Jenna?”

I must be dreaming. Coach Fox looked impossibly more attractive with his wet skin and dripping hair. I felt more heat, but this time I knew it wasn’t from the room, it was from the proximity of Coach Foxy.

I nodded my head and rolled over. I coughed some water out – not sexy at all I’m afraid – and the coach helped me up. The touch of his hand sent an electric current through my body. I think I’m in love. Is that even possible? I wondered if he felt the chemistry too.

I thanked him for helping me and hid the embarrassment I felt. Although it was humiliating, yes, I was far from regretful.

I was guided to the side of the room and instructed to take a seat to collect myself.

“I’m glad you are okay. Don’t worry,” Coach Fox said, “by the time I am done with you, you will be a pro.” He winked and walked away. Definitely a wink that time.

I sat there, lovestruck, admiring him from a distance while he ordered the other league members to show off what they could do – or couldn’t – do.

A thought occurred to me as I sat there. If there was only one decision in my whole life that I could thank God for, it would be the moment I joined this swim league.

When it was time to go, I felt a hint of sadness. It wouldn’t be for another whole week before I could see the coach again. But then again, the best things in life are always worth waiting for.

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Ooh, is Coach Fox going to be interested? If so, how long will it take for a flame to ignite? Or what if while she’s attracted to the coach, she actually ends up falling for someone else entirely – possibly a different man on the swim league? No matter what happens, rest assured she falls in love and it’s happily ever after for Jenna. (;

I really enjoyed this one! I’ve come to find out about myself that I actually enjoy writing romance, which is actually funny, because I didn’t think I would.

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