Payson pulled away from Sasha, her coach, and took a few stumbling steps back. How could she? What's wrong with her? She kissed a man many years older than herself. He's so handsome and his accent is… no! He's her coach. "Payson," his voice broke her from her thoughts. She looked into his eyes and waited. "We can't. This is wrong."

"I know. I'm so sorry." She replied before grabbing her keys and running out the door. Sasha rubbed his calloused hands on his face. He cannot feel this way for his gymnast. She's too young. She's his gymnast. Although, she's nothing like anyone else he's met. Noticing the lavender jacket and matching gym bag on the floor, Sasha decided to pay a visit to the Keeler house.

Mrs. Keeler was the one who answered the door and by the look on her face, she was less than amused. "Would you like to tell me why my daughter came racing into the house in tears?" She stressed the 'you' part.

Sasha looked at her and requested she join him outside. "We were practicing tonight and she was so lovely."

"And?" Kim pushed.

"When she finished I hugged her because I was proud of her, but she looked at me and kissed me." He looked at his hands as his face scrunched in frustration.

"Did you kiss her back?" Kim asked.

He sighed. "I wish I could say no, but I can't."

"Sasha," Kim gasped. "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking she is the most mature, beautiful woman I have ever been around. I can't stop thinking about her as more than a young woman." He was blatantly honest with her. He knew he had to be.

"What are you going to do now?"

He handed her Payson's things. "I just came to drop off her things." With that he turned and headed back to his truck.

"Wait!" Mrs. Keeler yelled out and jogged towards him. "If, and this is a big if, if she wants in any way to have a relationship with you as more than student teacher, you have Mark and my permission to pursue her."

He was shocked. That didn't even cover it. "What?"

"You heard me. We think you're a great man. Law states that so long as you have permission from my husband and I you are allowed to see Payson, but you cannot have a sexual relationship. Well, we gave you permission." With that she turned on her heels and went back inside. Sasha sat stumped in his truck, just looking out the window when he watched a light click on. A shadow appeared and he knew who it was. Payson's shadow appeared and he watched as she took the first pose of her new routine. He watched her spin a few times and then it completely changed. Her dancing became hurried and rhythmatic. She stopped suddenly and wiped her face as if she had been crying. With that he pulled out of the driveway and drove back to his trailer.

Payson did not sleep at all that night. She kept thinking about the way Sasha's hands felt on her hips and the very tips of his fingers when they brushed her jaw bone. It was wonderful. Her fingers kept brushing against her lips. "Pay, time for you to get ready!" Her mom called and peeked in the door. "Woah, you look like you haven't slept at all."

"I haven't." She admitted to her mom. "Mom, can we talk?"

"Of course," her mom took a seat at the edge of her bed. "What's on your mind?"

"I kissed Sasha and I liked it." She admitted quickly and looked at her mom.

"And what did he do?"

"He told me we couldn't and I ran."

Mrs. Keeler looked at her and smiled. "You should talk to him." With that she left the room and Payson sighed.

Walking into the Rock, Payson felt her heart start pumping faster. She was going to see him. The man that she kissed. Sasha, her coach. There he was, standing on the steps outside of his office with his hands on the railing. She could have sworn he smiled at her when she walked in the door. "Ms. Keeler, a word in my office please?" He turned and went into his office and Payson followed, hoping that everything would go well.

Once in the office, Sasha closed the door. Payson waited. "I want to talk about our kiss." He told her.