Harper's POV
The arena was still buzzing with post-game energy when I slipped through the back hallway toward the locker room. Game 4. Another hard-fought victory. Jax had played like a man on fire — two goals, one assist, and that game-winning overtime goal that sent the entire building into chaos.
Mom had texted me again: Sweetie, can you bring Jax the spare clothes he left in the car? He’s probably exhausted.
We both knew it was just an excuse.
My hands were shaking as I pushed open the side door to the rear shower area. Steam poured out like fog. The sound of running water echoed off the tiles.
And there he was.
Jax stood under the spray, back to me, completely naked. Water streamed down the powerful lines of his body — broad shoulders, tapered waist, thick thighs still tense fro
