"Yeah!" I call out, grabbing my towel. "Just about to shower."
Doc appears around the corner just as I'm dropping my compression shorts. He makes a sound like he's been punched.
"For the love of everything holy! Warn a guy!"
I laugh, not bothering to cover up. "It's a locker room, babe. Nudity happens."
"That's not—you can't just—" He's looking at the ceiling, face flaming. "Where's your towel?"
"Right here." I wrap it loosely around my waist. "Better?"
"Marginally."
"You sure? Because you're still red." I step closer. "What’s wrong?"
"You know what's wrong." His voice drops. "You know exactly what you're doing."
"Maybe." Another step. He backs up against the lockers. "Is it working?"
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"No," he agrees quietly. "I really don't."
The air between us shifts. The empty locker room suddenly feels smaller, more intimate.
"Is it weird now?" Doc asks, still not quite looking at me. "Being in locker rooms? Now that you're... You know…. ummm…"
"Attracted to guys?" I finish. "Nah. Only interested in one guy."
"Yeah?"
Instead of answering, I step into his space, hands finding his hips. He makes that punched-out sound again, but leans into me.
"This okay?" I murmur against his ear.
"We should—someone could?—"
"Everyone's gone." I pull him closer, feeling him shiver. "Just us."
He turns his head, catching my mouth in a kiss that goes from sweet to desperate in seconds. I press him harder against the lockers, loving how he arches into me.
"Shower," he gasps between kisses. "More private."
"Yeah? You coming in with me?"
His eyes go dark. "Yeah."
Holy fuck.I grab his hand and practically drag him to the stalls. He's laughing, breathless, pulling at his shirt.
"Eager much?"
"You've been teasing me all day." He yanks his shirt off. "That damn uniform. Do you know what you look like?"
"Tell me."
"Like every wet dream I've ever had." His hands are shaking as he works on his jeans. "It's practically obscene."
