Claire
Breaking Rule number one of the Locker Room…
The air was saturated with the smells of sweat, leather, and the lingering metallic whiff of adrenaline from the game.
I slung my arm over my head leaning against the tiled wall near the showers, arms crossed as all but one of the guys filed out.
Anthony Redhawk…the team's quarterback, was still in the shower. His broad copper-backed self glistening under the fluorescent light above.
The water ran over the sharp muscles of his back in rivulets, finding its way to the V at the base of his hips and then into the towel slung low on his waist.
I shouldn’t have been there. Not really. I'm just their physical therapist, and I was supposed to have left hours ago.
But I left my water bottle in the training room again. I lingered around
