Chapter 45
Ella
The locker room smelled like a mix of sweat, soap, and damp clothes. The air was warm from the showers, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed through the empty space. My footsteps were light, but they still made a soft tapping sound against the tiled floor.
I hesitated at the entrance, glancing around. Most of the lockers were closed, and the room was mostly empty except for one person.
Damon.
He was leaning against the lockers with his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes flicked toward me the moment I stepped inside, and a smirk slowly spread across his face.
"Well, well," he said, tilting his head. "Didn't expect to see you here, Nuel."
I crossed my arms, trying to act like my heart wasn’t already racing. "I should be saying that to you. It’
