Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

52 | Team Player

Why does it already feel like the weekend? 

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Chapter 52: Team Player

Is there a reason I feel the need to enter the boy's changing room?

I peeked in and saw it empty, so I figure no harm, no foul. I walked past the lockers, a vibrant red compared to the duller colors of our school halls. Stacks of used towels lay on the benches, the faint smell of mens' body odor in the air, and I heard the shower on.

"Luke?" I called out hesitantly.

"Millie?!"

I looked around to make sure it was completely empty. It was. Just his shower was on, the heat and humidity rising into the air around us. He was behind a closed shower door, the door itself too clouded to see through.

Unfortunately.

I heard him lower the intensity of the shower, "What are you doing here?"

I stared down at my hands nervously, "Do you really know where he lives?"

There was a silence before his tone changed. "Yes."

"Like if we went right now, you could get me there?" I asked, squeezing my eyes shut for the answer.

"Yes."

"Ok."

"Ok?"

"Ok," I exhaled.

It's gonna be ok.

There was a brief silence before Luke asked, "You waited until I was in the shower to tell me?"

"You said anytime," I argued.

"Anytime?" the shower door slowly opened.

A cloudy interior, full of hot steam. I kept my eyes up high, not sure what to expect.

Luke took my arm and pulled me into the shower, fully dressed. I tried to wriggle away from the water so it wouldn't drench me.

"You really test my patience sometimes," Luke smirked, spraying me with water.

I screamed and shoved him, but he pulled me under, letting us both get soaked. His arms wrapped around me, soaking me against his wet body. His lips came crashing down onto mine and I felt the gentle beat of the water, spraying over us. My hair fell flat around me, just as his had. I reached out and tapped the shower off, very much still kissing him.

He was naked.

"You're not wearing any clothes," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" he mocked me, "Want to look down and check?"

I slapped his bare shoulder. He pinned me against the wet wall and kissed me.

**

~Luke Dawson's car~

We stole two towels from the gym. One was plastered on the passenger seat I was in and the other wrapped around me like a cloak.

"Eugh, my socks are sticky," I complained, having taken my wet shoes off in his car.

The tape around my shoes practically melted off, meaning my shoes and socks had blended together in such a mess.

"You're not getting any water on the leather, are you?" Luke asked, trying to check while he drove through some traffic.