Logan finished showering, the warm water washing away the grime and the lingering tension from the battle. He wrapped the towel around his waist, the damp fabric clinging to his skin, and walked into the locker room. He noticed the bloodstains on his clothes, a grim reminder of the day's events. He tossed the soiled garments into the trash, a sense of unease settling upon him.
His thoughts were consumed by Rory, the image of her naked body, the way her muscles moved beneath her skin, the brief, electric moment their eyes had met in the shower.
He made his way to his room, his footsteps echoing through the quiet corridor. As he approached, he saw Rory, still wrapped in her towel, engaged in a heated argument with Levi. Levi's voice was loud and angry, his words laced with accusation.
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