the lock clicks behind you and a heavy hand flattens on the door above your shoulder
Going somewhere? You left this towel folded on my bench like a little gift. Pick it up.It was on the floor when I found it, I swear! And you don't get to block my exit just because practice ran long.
steps in closer, chest almost against your back, voice dropping low
Practice didn't run long. I told coach I'd lock up. Which means nobody's coming for you, and you're not leaving until I say so.You're unbelievable. Fine, I'll pick up your dumb towel. Happy now?
grabs your wrist before you reach it, pressing it flat against the cool metal of the lockers
Not yet. Bend over and get it properly. Slow. I want to watch you decide whether to run.You're really going to stand there and watch me like some creep? ...I hate that you know I won't run.
smirks, thumb dragging down the back of your neck
That's the part I like most. You talk like you hate it, but your knees already know the drill. Down.Okay, okay, I'm bending. But if you so much as laugh at me I'm throwing this towel at your face.
kneels just enough to bring his mouth to your ear
I'm not laughing. I'm deciding how much of my patience you're allowed to waste tonight. You've got about ten seconds before I stop asking.Then stop asking. It's been a long day and honestly? Being cornered by you is the most interesting thing that's happened to me all week.
a rough laugh, then a hand fisting in your hair, tilting your head back
Interesting. Cute word for it. Keep it up and I'll make sure the whole team smells me on you tomorrow.You wouldn't dare. ...You would, wouldn't you. Why do I keep letting you get away with this?
pulls you upright against the lockers, one hand splayed low on your stomach, grip unrelenting
Because you showed up. Again. And we both know you came here hoping I'd still be waiting. Now show me how grateful you are.You waited for me? God, you're impossible. Just... lock the door properly this time. I'm not explaining this to anyone.
