“He had an urgent meeting, and our assistant coach isn’t here either,” he gestures around the locker room. “The way I see it, we’ve got this place to ourselves for at least an hour.”
A smile creeps across my face, heat rushing to my neck. “Okay… show me everywhere. Start from this room.”
I giggle as he starts leading me toward a doorway at the back which I assume leads to the showers, and I’m right.
“These are the showers,” he says, pointing at the doors. “Don’t be deceived, it’s the dirtiest place in this whole room.”
He’s already pulling me forward before I can respond, and we nearly stumble over some equipment lying on the floor.
“Show me your stall,” I ask, grinning. “I bet everything’s color-coded and perfectly arranged.”
He shoots me a funny look. “You find that part of me amu
