“Don’t start anything.”
“Who, me?”
“Yes, you. We don’t need any more attention.”
“What if he asks for it?”
“Solo…”
He sighed. “Fine. I’ll behave.”
“I didn’t say to make promises you can’t keep.” I shot him a wink and then stepped into the locker room, where the rest of the male trainees were already in various states of undress. As soon as they saw the two of us, almost all of them began to clap and whoop, and Gucci even had the balls to start making sex noises as he thrust his hips in the air.
I didn’t embarrass easy—usually—but while Solo just laughed, I could feel heat creeping up my neck.
Houdini threw his arm around me. “You could’ve told me.”
“You were a little busy.”
“Damn right I was. How about I get a little applause forthat.” Houdini dropped his arm and turned around. “Go ahead. Pat me on the back.”
“Whiplash is gonna kick your ass when she hears about this,” Gucci said.
Houdini looked around. “Please.She’s probably in the girls’ locker room bragging about my dick right now.”
I groaned and popped open my locker. “If you don’t shut up, there won’t be a second date, dumbass.”
“How do you know there wasn’t one already?” When I raised an eyebrow, Houdini grinned. “Speakin’ of second dates, you didn’t answer your phone all weekend.”
“So?”
“Sooo, I’m guessing you had a good second and third orgasm—ow, I mean date.” Houdini rubbed the back of his head where Solo had smacked him. “What? It’s public knowledge now.”
More than aware of all the eyes staring my way, I kept my focus on the contents of my locker and kicked off my shoes as Solo said, “If you were so satisfied with your own sex life, you wouldn’t be so eager for details about ours.”
Snickers rang out in the room, and Houdini held his hands up in surrender. Solo winked at me, and I could only shake my head as I stuffed my sunglasses and phone into the locker.
I’d been surprised that none of the guys had asked any questions at the Navy Ball, but there were so many of our superiors hanging around that it served as a decent enough block. It didn’t stop the curious glances, and I knew there would be more questions, especially from Houdini, later, but for now, I needed to refocus and think about the day’s upcoming—
“Well, if it isn’t the lovebirds of the Elite.” Utah walked in from the showers, a towel around his waist. He looked between Solo and me, crossed his arms, and leaned against his locker.
Solo rolled his eyes. “Give it a rest, Utah.”
“So is this a true love thing, or are you two in cahoots to make sure you win?”
“Don’t be an asshole,” Phantom said, shooting Utah a look that didn’t do anything to shut him up.
“I’m just saying what we’re all thinking.” Utah pushed off his locker and walked toward us. “Tell us. How long have you two been fucking around?”
Solo’s jaw twitched. “None of your damn business.”
“Isn’t it? Pretty sure you made it our business when you walked into the Navy Ball pulling this stunt.”
Solo lunged forward, and I had to act fast to haul him back.
“He’s just trying to get a reaction. Don’t give him one,” I said.
“Isn’t it convenient, though,” Utah continued, “that you two happen to be partners, Panther’s dad happens to be a legacy here, and then you bothhappento be sitting at the top of the leaderboard. Coincidence? Or cheating?”
