Showering after soccer training

I groaned as I stepped into the hot water, and relaxed into it, warmth seeping through my body as the water streamed over my naked body. Soccer training sucked in cold weather. I heard a small creak from the door handle, and I turned around to see Liam standing on the other side of the cabinet wall. I flipped him off.

“What was the deal with Jasmine?” he mouthed through the glass.

“She wants your dick,” I mouthed back. He looked at me, confused. I pointed at him, then made a circle with my thumb and forefinger and poked it. His face split into a sudden expression of realization, and mouthed something I couldn’t make out. Rolling my eyes, I shut off the water and opened the cabinet door. “What?”

“Guessing you haven’t told her, then.”

“No. Have you told anyone?”

“Obviously not,” he said to my boobs.

I sighed in exasperation. “My eyes are up here, bro.”

He grinned at me. “Yeah, but I’m not interested in them, am I?”

I put a hand on my chest in fake-offence. “I feel so degraded!”

“And you love it,” he finished effortlessly.

“Pretty much. Hey, have you read the comments on the pictures yet?” I asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Someone left a box in my locker.” I watched him carefully to see if he had anything to do with it. He didn’t.

“Holy shit, what was in it?”

“Lingerie and an address. I’m going there tonight, at 9.”

His jaw dropped. “You’re going?”

“What’s the matter? Jealous much?” I smirked, stepping close to him.

His pants bulged. “No, just … is it even safe?”

“I’ll be fine.” I smiled radiantly at him. Or at least, I tried to. I wasn’t sure whether I’d actually pulled it off, because inwardly I was even more nervous than Liam was. “Anyway, I was in the middle of a nice, hot shower, so …” I quickly shooed him out the door and bolted it behind him, ignoring his protests.