No other words pass between them. Chase turns away from Rory to slip back into the pool, leaving Rory to towel himself off. Instead of pulling up his soiled briefs, Rory shucks them off and, carrying them with his goggles and swim cap in one hand, towel in the other, he heads to the locker room bare-ass naked. He knows Chase is watching him retreat—he feels a hot gaze on his backside, and he puts a little extra oomph in his step, flexing his buttocks, squeezing his thighs, to make sure Chase enjoys the show.
This time Rory showers in the locker room, lingering under the hot spray, his body lathered with thick suds as he waits for Chase to join him. He still doesn’t like his teammate—at least, he doesn’t think he likes the guy, not yet—but he’s willing to take a chance now. See what might
