My hands shake so badly I can barely grip my hoodie.
I pull it over my head and drop it on the floor. No bra underneath – my t**s are small enough that I don’t always bother – and six pairs of eyes lock onto my chest like I’m the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen.
“Keep going,” Jaylen says. He’s stroking himself through his towel now, not even trying to hide it.
I shove my leggings down. Step out of them. Stand there in nothing but plain cotton panties that are absolutely soaked through – so wet there’s no hiding it, no pretending I’m not desperate for this.
“Those too.”
I hook my thumbs in the waistband and hesitate. Once I do this, there’s no going back. Once I’m naked in front of six football players in the locker room I’ve been creeping on for weeks, I become something else
