Page 11 of Breaking Free

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Page 11 of Breaking Free

“Cool. See ya there.”

Inside, the showers are split up into doorway size cutouts, lining the walls with curtains to close us in. I find one and turn the water on, letting it warm up before I step in. While I wait, I strip out of my clothes and hang my towel on the hook outside.

Once I’m clean I pull open the curtain, reaching for my towel, only to find Dominic traveling down the corridor, fully dressed.

“Looks like the tables have turned,” he says with a grin.

I quickly wrap the towel around my waist and turn my back on him. “Whatever, man.”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.”

My head swivels from side-to-side, wondering if anyone else is in here. I think I hear a shower running on the other side of the room.

“First of all, keep your voice down. Second of all, you won’t see it again.”

He chuckles, walking alongside me as I try to leave him behind. “Sure.”

“I thought you didn’t want to start something with someone like me.”

“Sounds like you’re a little upset about that,” he says, his voice laced with amusement.

“I’m not.”

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he states, leaning against the lockers as I put my stuff away and grab my clothes.

“Oh yeah? On the field?”

“I can do multiple things at once. So, I was thinking, we already started something. Might as well continue. I’m a generous man and I’m willing to give you another chance.”

My eyes snap to his face as he grins at me and my anger burns hot. “You know what? You’re a cocky son of a bitch. Regardless of what you want to do, I don’t want to. So thanks for your chance,” I snarl, “But I don’t want it.”

He pushes away from the lockers, walking toward me until my back slams into the same set of lockers, the sound loud and echoey.

“I think you do want it.”

His body pushes into mine and he angles his head, looking down at me while I try to control my breathing.

“You’re wrong. You were simply a drunken encounter. A one-night stand.”

He slides his tongue slowly across his bottom lip, his eyes boring into mine. “I don’t think so.”

I turn my head to the side, afraid whoever was in the shower will walk out any minute now. “Can you back the fuck up?”

“Why? You clearly like me being this close to you,” he murmurs, dragging the tip of his nose down the bridge of mine. “I can feel it.”

I shove him back and turn around to pull a shirt out of the locker and bring it over my head. “I’m gonna need you to stop staring at me the way you do, especially around people. Jayden’s already caught on.”

“Why do I have to stop? I’m not in the closet.”

“Yeah, but I don’t need any questions to come up.”

I pull my boxer-briefs on while still wearing my towel, and then drop it to put my jeans on.

“Then maybeyouneed to focus on not staring atme.”

“I’m looking at you with contempt. It’s different.”

He laughs. “Sure.”




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