Is two weeks in Paris long enough for these lifelong competitors to learn to play for the same team?

Betsy

Ever since I was a little girl, my dream was to go to the International Games. When I discovered an aptitude for volleyball, I pursued my dream with a laser focus that left no time for the frivolous things in life, like romance. Who cares if the snobby ice queen athlete who is my new roommate makes my heart race? It's probably just the excitement of being on the world stage.

Kelly

I've fought incredible odds in my life to get to the Games. Growing up with conservative religious parents who rejected me for being a lesbian, I've struggled with an eating disorder and depression. But now my mental health is in a good place and I'm finally ready to shine – like the gold medal I'm hoping we win. The only problem is my new roommate. Betsy and I are like oil and water, but somehow we become friends with benefits. I tell myself I shouldn't get serious, because hooking up is the most popular sport at the Games. But my heart has other ideas…

Opposites attract but when they leave the volleyball court, can these teammates find a forever love?