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I have no idea how long any of this takes, but when it’s over and I am becoming more aware of our surroundings, there’s this a feeling of pure happiness pouring out of me.
My exhausted body is now in recovery mode, wanting to shut down for a bit and recharge. I wish we were in a bed so that I could close my eyes and fall asleep with her in my arms.
Elizabeth lifts her head from where she had it tucked into my shoulder. Her skin is glowing, and I’m not sure if it’s from her sweating or from the best orgasm I ever gave her, but all I know is that I see pure happiness on her face.
“We’re a mess,” she giggles.
That’s when I remember that her now dry juices must be all around my mouth.
“I love you,” she whispers, moving like she is about to kiss me.
I am ready to return the sentiment when something catches my attention. It’s like footsteps outside the locker room, but I can’t be sure. I hold my breath in an effort to hear better, and that’s when I realize they’re getting closer.
Elizabeth jumping off me tells me that she heard the same thing as me. I stare at her naked body, and I know we should be getting dressed, but I am momentarily distracted by everything that is her.
If I lost everything in this moment, it would be worth it.
TWO
Elizabeth
“Logan, someone’s here,”I whisper yell at him when I notice that he’s just sitting on the bench, staring at me.
He doesn’t jump into action, making me want to slap him upside the head. I don’t know what his deal is, but if we get caught naked in this locker room, I will never be able to live it down.
I frantically look around for my clothes, happy to see they are all in the same general area, so at least I don’t have to run around the entire room searching for my things.
When he finally snaps out of it and stands up, I can’t help the snort of laughter erupting from my chest. His track pants slid down, and they are now resting around her ankles. He is basically as naked as me.
I grab my underwear, ready to pull it up my legs, still laughing at the picture he makes. The six-pack he’s sporting is a complete distraction, though, and I wish things weren’t this complicated at the moment. When I decided to tell him that I loved him, I envisioned it to be a bit more romantic. Maybe Ishould’ve thought of the location first. But I was impatient, and now, here we are.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he grumbles from behind me.
I yelp and jump up when he touches my left buttock, wishing like hell that I wasn’t in such a panicked state right now.
“Pull your pants up, Logan,” I tell him in between small fits of laughter. Meanwhile, I still haven’t managed to pull my panties up.
With him distracting me, I forget to listen for whatever is going on out in the hallway. That is why, I am completely blindsided when the door to the locker room opens abruptly.
“And here are the players’ locker room,” my father’s strong voice echoes all around us.
I let out a yelp and jump to hide behind Logan, who is still standing with his pants around his ankles. I’ve always loved that he hates wearing boxers under his pants, but they could’ve come in handy right now because they wouldn’t have slid down his legs like the pants did.
“What the hell is going on here?”
My father’s demanding tone pulls a small whimper out of me. I am shivering as I am hiding behind a naked Logan, while being naked myself. Logan’s entire body tenses, but he doesn’t move at all.
Unsure of how to proceed, I lower myself to the ground, careful not to show my face. I blindly search for the elastic of his track pants, then, with one sudden move, I come up, bringing them with me. The elastic band gets momentarily caught under his softening member right before snapping into place around his waist.
I feel Logan’s body flinching. “That hurt a little,” he mutters.
I slap a hand over my mouth, forcing myself not to laugh. This is the worst timing ever, for everything and everyone involved.
When it gets too quiet in the room, I attempt to peek around Logan, hoping that my father had enough sense to leave so we could get dressed. Unfortunately for me, not only that he hasn’t left yet, but I can now see clear recognition on his face when our eyes meet. The shock in his is something to behold.
“Give me a few minutes, everyone,” he speaks toward the group he’s with. “Leyla…” He addresses the head of the Sliders’ PR. “Please take everyone to the ice and show them around the suites.” There is some shuffling going on. “I appreciate you.”
I can tell the exact moment when the door closes, and I am ready to jump into action. Just as I am about to launch for my clothes, my father speaks again, making me freeze in place.
