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Maybe with his name, I can finally figure out who the hell he is.
I need to text Wyatt.
THERE'S NO BETTER WAYto work out frustration than going to the gym. Being in shape isn't only a requirement for football, it's something I do for myself. The feeling of my muscles working to their limit, lifting weights that only seem to get heavier—it's intoxicating.
Today is no different. Especially after what Kennedy said the other night. I sent Wyatt Noah's name and while it doesn't give him a whole lot to go off of, it definitely helps. He told me to give him a few days to see what he can come up with, but fuck, waiting is hard.
I don't even think it's just a matter of him possibly dating Tye at this point. I just get a bad feeling about this dude. Kennedy wouldn't give me too much information, not wanting to betray Tye, but she said they met when Tye moved here. So, if he didn't come here with her, where did he come from? I've asked everyone around campus that I know, and no one seems to know who he is. This is a pretty small school, and not a big town. Yet he's a total mystery.
Sweat drips from my body as I make my way into the locker room. I strip my clothes off and grab a towel. The showers are empty, but still, I pick the one on the far side of the room. Setting the water to nearly scalding, I step underneath and let it soothe my aching muscles.
"You never could just leave things alone, could you?" Tye's voice echoes through the room.
I turn my head and see her leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and boldly checking out my ass. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"No? So, you don't remember coming on to me at Zayn’s party?"
"Oh, I remember it. Just like I remember you not exactly rushing to push me away."
She rolls her eyes. "How's your junk?"
“Angling my body so I'm fully facing her, I stand completely naked. There are a lot of things I may be ashamed of, but my body is not one of them. I watch as her gaze rakes over me involuntarily and something flickers in her eyes. Something I saw a few times in Florida.”
I can damn near picture myself pressing her up against the wall of the shower and drilling into her, over and over until she’s a quivering mess. The sound of her moans echoing in here alone would be enough to push me over the edge.
"Why don't you come see for yourself?"
She bites her bottom lip in a way that drives me wild before snickering. "I have to get to class."
It's not a yes, but it's certainly not a damn no. She pushes off the doorway and disappears back into the locker room, but I'm left hanging on her every word.
"And if you didn't?" I call out.
No response. Not even a noise. The only sound filling the room is the water hitting the shower floor.
I exhale and go back to rinsing the sweat from my body. When I'm done, I wrap the towel around my waist and head back into the locker room. A part of me hopes to see her still here, waiting for me around the corner, finally giving me a taste of what I've wanted for so damn long. But she's not here, and neither are my clothes.
Instead there's a hot pink dress where my stuff was, with a pair of heels on one side and my phone, wallet, and keys on the other.
She's upping her game, and that can only mean one thing.
I'm getting to her.
