I’m hanging up my team’s curling uniform in the closest when Charlie finally breaks the awkward silence.
“Do you mind if I hop in the shower real quick? I never get as clean as I want while showering at the rink.”
And now I’m picturing her naked. Mother fucker.
“Go for it.”
I keep my eyes trained ahead because if I look at her, I’m afraid she’ll be able to see the sexual frustration written all over my face.
As soon as the bathroom door clicks closed and I hear the water start running, I throw my head back and release a frustrated breath.
“Get your shit together.” I chastise myself out loud, hoping that if I both say it aloud and hear it, maybe it’ll stick.
“I can handle sharing a bed with a beautiful woman. I can keep my hands to myself.”
I walk to my side of the bed to unpack my carry-on bag full of sleep essentials while repeating the words out loud. Just as I’m setting my kindle on the nightstand, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Pulling it out, I see that it’s a message from Wyatt in the team group chat.
Wyatt
Yo, skip. Are you sure you don’t want to trade places? Jimmy brought a sleep apnea machine with him. Send help.
His text is followed by a picture of Jimmy sleeping soundly on his back with a huge mask covering his nose and mouth, a long tube connected to something on the side of his bed.
“Holy shit.” I shake my head and laugh to myself.
Quickly, before Charlie finishes up and catches me in the act, I take a picture of the queen bed we’re about to sleep in together and send it to the group. I fire off a follow up text before they can chime in.
You assholes told me we’d have a king bed.
Brendan
Oh shit.
Wyatt
PLEASE TRADE SPOTS WITH ME! Cuddling with Char will be good for me. I swear it’s for Olympic preparations only.
I grind my teeth together as I type out my next text.
Go fuck yourself, Wy. I don’t trust you at all.
Brendan
Sorry man, skip is right. There’s no way you’d keep your hands to yourself.
Wyatt
I’m highly offended by this conversation but am going to ignore it and point something out. You think Luke can keep his hands to himself? Did you miss the way his tongue was hanging out of his mouth when he first saw Charlie today? Fifty bucks says they screw before the end of the week.
Brendan
I’ll take that bet. $100 says Lucas is a perfect gentleman.
Can you two please stop making bets on if I sleep with Connor’s little sister?
I bring up Connor hoping it will clear the Charlie-induced haze I find myself in. Her body wash scent wafts through the air from the bathroom as hints of vanilla hit my nose again.
