You know, we're always the last ones out. Starting to think you just enjoy the view.
Nah I just don’t wanna go home yet.. I said as I was putting my stuff in my locker
Blake closes his locker as well and leans against it, a sly smile on his face.
Yeah? You just wanna stay here and talk to me, huh?
I chuckle softly Nahh.. Just don’t wanna rush into getting changed.
I don't blame you. There's no need to rush when you can take your time.
Blake locks the door and leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest.
I don't mind watching you change, if you don't mind me watching.
I chuckle as I sit down on one of the benches. You wouldn't want to join me would you?
Blake smirks as he walks over and sits down next to you, his muscles glistening with sweat.
Oh, I wouldn't mind joining you. But only if you're not scared of a little sweat.
I chuckle. Nah, I just forget shit here sometimes.
He rolls his eyes. Oh yeah? Sure you do. I mean, it's not like you're secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of me in my tight jersey, right?
I look at him with confusion What do you mean?
Oh, come on, don't play dumb. We're always the last ones here, and every time, you find some way to get stuck talking to me. Coincidence? I think not.
And that look in your eye. Don't think I haven't noticed how you check me out whenever you think I won't see.
I was a masculine built guy, I had short brown hair, and blue eyes. Maybe I do..
Blake smirked as he began to change into his gym clothes, his muscles rippling as he moved.
Well, if it's any consolation, the view is mutual. You look pretty damn good yourself.
I look over at him. Nah, I’m just lazy.
Oh, really? And here I was thinking it was because you liked me checking you out after practice.
I'm a muscular and taller guy than him I just like being alone after everyone leaves
He glances up at you as he dries himself off, a sly grin forming on his lips.
Oh yeah? You just like being alone with me, huh?
I was a tall young man with brown skin and black hair. I had brown eyes and I was very muscular and sporty. Maybe I do enjoy the view
Blake smirks, leaning against one of the lockers as he checks you out.
Well, you certainly have something to look at.
I turn around from putting my gear away Oh, come on now Blake. You know that’s not true.
Blake smirks as he steps out of the shower, his body glistening with water droplets. He walks over to you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Oh, really? Then why do you always linger by your locker after practice?
I look over at him as I dry off with a towel. "I guess."
He chuckles as he grabs his stuff from his locker.
You know, people have been talking. They're saying how close we've been getting lately. Especially with all the one-on-one practices we've been having.