Page 105 of Those Summer Nights (Sweet Cravings 2)

"Damn it, fine. I accidentally went into the men's locker room while I was watching the race and I bumped into this guy in a towel. Then I screamed and ran out."

Kristen started laughing hysterically. "Oh my God, are you serious?"

"Yes."

"So you missed your boyfriend's race because you were in the men's locker room?"

"Yes."

"What did the guy do when you bumped into him?"

"He screamed and covered himself. He was as surprised as I was."

"So you knocked his towel off? Did you see his junk?"

Blood rushed to my cheeks as I thought back to the incident. All I remembered was that his abs were amazing. "Not really. I was too busy being shocked that I had wandered into the wrong locker room."

"Did you recognize him? You might have just seen a famous athlete naked! Was it LeBron James? Please tell me it was LeBron."

"Can we please talk about this later? I really need to see if Chris won his race."

Kristen started to open her locker, but just then Coach Hammond poked her head into the locker room and blew her whistle. Practice time.

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It was impossible to focus during practice. Not only did I not know if Chris had won his race, but I was on edge the whole time hoping that the guy I had bumped into wouldn't show up at the gym. I would have to run away from practice if he did. I couldn't face him after that.

After what seemed like the longest practice of my life, Coach Hammond finally dismissed us. Kristen sprinted with me back to the locker room so that we could get to her phone and see if Chris had won.

There was only one problem. Chris was waiting for me right by the door to the locker room.

Shit. "What do I do?" I whispered to Kristen. I didn't know if I should be comforting him or congratulating him.

"Just play it cool."

"You know I can't do that. Let's pretend like we don't see him."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

Kristen and I stared at the ground as we approached the locker room.

"Hey," said Chris. I couldn't tell if he sounded happy or sad, so I continued with the plan to ignore him.

Kristen pushed the door open and walked in first. I followed, but Chris grabbed my arm before the door closed behind me.

Crap. I looked up. "Oh, Chris. You snuck up on me."

He gave me a funny look. "Really? I was standing here the whole time."

I wiped the sweat off my face and let out a long sigh. "Are you sure? I feel like I would have seen you."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Weird. I guess I'm just super tired from practice. And you must be wiped after your race." I looked at him to try to get a read on how it had gone. It looked like he was smiling slightly.

"I really am. I can't believe Claude broke the world record."

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