Page 14 of Heated Rivalry 1
Shane gasped. Loud enough that the running water couldn’t mask it.
“What were you thinking about?” Rozanov asked, his voice low.
Shane swallowed. His throat was bone dry.
“You,” he said quietly.
Rozanov heard him, and smirked. He gave himself another stroke. “You want to touch me, Hollander?”
Shane actually just wanted to watch Rozanov jerk himself off. But...
“Not here,” Shane stammered. “Someone could come in.”
Rozanov nodded and released himself. He turned and shut off the water. Shane waited, heart racing, until Rozanov had left the showers before he turned off his own water. What the hell was happening? Rozanov couldn’t possibly be suggesting that he and Shane...that they...
Holy shit. Shane had to get out of here. He wondered if he could possibly smash through the tile wall of the shower room and escape that way. Anything would be preferable to facing Rozanov again.
He took a few deep breaths to settle himself. He could do this. He could talk reasonably to Rozanov and end this thing. Determined, he wrapped his towel tightly around his waist before returning to the dressing room.
Rozanov was already half dressed and sitting, shirtless, on one of the benches.
“Look,” Shane said to the floor, “that was...we can just pretend that never happened, okay?”
“Is that what you want?”
Shane’s answer should have been a lot faster. “Yeah. I mean...yeah. Of course.”
Rozanov stood and crossed the floor until he stood right in front of Shane. “You are a bad liar.”
Shane scowled at him.
“What is your room number?” Rozanov asked.
“Fourteen ten,” Shane said, far too quickly.
Rozanov’s mouth twitched up. “If I knock on door of room 1410 tonight...maybe around nine?”
Shane fought to keep his voice even. “I might open the door.”
Rozanov smiled. “I might knock.”
Shane spent the evening freaking the fuck out in his hotel room.
He considered his options. He could leave. Just go out for a few hours so he wouldn’t be there when Rozanov knocked. That would be the sensible thing to do.
He could stay and just ignore Rozanov’s knock. There could be something satisfying in that. Give him a little bit of power over him.
He could open the door when he knocked, invite him in, and they could talk about this whole ridiculous...misunderstanding. Then they could go their separate ways forever.
Or...he could open the door and he could spend the evening exploring Rozanov’s body with his mouth.
Shane blushed just thinking about it. He couldn’t reallywantthat, could he?
He had more or less decided on the second option: he would talk to Rozanov. They would put this behind them as quickly as possible so things wouldn’t be weird when the season started. He tidied up the room, even though it was already perfectly tidy. He changed his shirt to a nicer one for no reason at all. He brushed his teeth, flossed, and rinsed with mouthwash. Because if he was going to be talking to Rozanov, it would be rude to have bad breath.
He fixed his hair a bit. He switched his phone to silent mode.
He decided to turn on the television, just so it wouldn’t look like he’d just been sitting there staring at the door.
