Which is what had me staring at my phone with the kind of concentration I usually reserved for quad jump layouts.
“Please tell me you’re not reading comments about your medal-winning performance.”
I almost leapt out of my skin. I glared at Tomasz. “Warn a guy, okay? Or do I have to put a little bell around your neck?”
He snorted as he dropped into the chair next to mine. “You already did that. You and Ethan. Worlds last year.” He tried to peer at my phone screen. “So is that what you’re doing? Reading all the fan comments on social media?”
“No.” I twisted my phone away from him, cursing myself for not investing in one of those privacy screens.
He grinned. “Ah. So you’re looking at selfies with the gold medal.” His gaze flicked lower. “I’m surprised not to see you wearing it. IfI’djust won a gold medal for my country, I’d be sleeping with it around my neck.”
“No, I amnotlooking at selfies.”
Now please go away.
Tomasz frowned. “Then what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“Dean.” He rolled his eyes. “You are literally sweating at your phone.”
“I amnotsweating.”
He pulled his own phone from his pocket. “Want me to take a photo and show you?”
I glared again, which only encouraged him.
With terrifying speed, Tomasz grabbed my phone.
“Hey!” I tried to take it back, but he held me at arm’s length.
My heart thumped.
He peered at the screen, and his eyes widened. Then widened some more.
“Oh my God.”
I sat bolt upright. “Tomasz…”
He raised his head and stared at me. “WebMD?” he said in a stage whisper. “How to have anal sex for the first time?”
“Tomasz!”
He grinned. “Iknewthis Olympics would eventually become educational.”
I snatched the phone back. “You saw nothing.”
Tomasz started laughing. “Oh, but I did.”
“This is private.”
“Apparently not, if you’re researching it in the middle of the cafeteria.” He glanced at our surroundings, and smiled. “Ah,nowI understand why you’re tucked away in a corner.” He smirked.
I groaned. “Swear to God, if you breathe awordabout this…”
He was laughing too hard to stop now. “Depends how much you’re going to pay me to keep my mouth shut. I accept payment in coffee and beer, by the way.” Then he stopped laughing long enough to give me a pointed stare. “Wait. You’ve never…?”
“No, I’ve never. Happy now?”
