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I chuckle. “Yeah? You should see yourself right now,” I tease.

Brooke giggles, looking down at her muddy clothes. She shuffles her feet as a silence stretches between us. Then she looks up at me again with those big blue eyes and I feel like my heart’s going to beat out of my chest.

“I think I’m gonna hit the showers,” she says quietly.

“Me too,” I murmur.

Another pause.

“Okay,” she breathes.

“Okay.”

We just stand there, staring at each other, so much tension hanging in the air.Fuck, is this an invitation? Should I try to kiss her or something?

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t think twice about going in for the kiss. But this isn’t just some random girl- it’sBrooke. She’s different. I don’t want to screw this up.

I reach out to pull open one of the double-doors instead, gesturing inside.

“Ladies first.”

Ugh, that was so fucking cheesy. Who the fuck am I right now?

Brooke darts me a flirty little glance, her wolf showing herself in her irises. She tucks her wet hair behind her ears as she walks in past me. I follow.

Fuck, is this really happening? Am I about to see Brooke naked in the shower?My head’s spinning, all of my blood rushing straight down to my dick.

The complex is eerily quiet- most everyone is out at the bar in Goldenleaf tonight whooping it up. We walk the hall to the locker room side by side, neither of us venturing a word. My heart’s beating so fucking fast.

I pull the locker room door open, let Brooke go in ahead of me again. The bright, overhead lights aren’t on at this hour- just the dim glow of the nightlights that are built into the walls every few feet. I consider flipping on the overhead lights but quickly think better of it. I already feel like a voyeur- the mere thought of Brooke stripping down has my dick getting harder by the minute.

The showers in the locker room aren’t exactly private. Quite the opposite- there’s just a wall lined with showerheads- no stalls, no curtains. There’s no need because we’re shifters; we’re used to nudity. We’re around it all the time, with every shift. I’ve showered in here countless times around female squad members and never thought a thing of it. And yeah, sometimes I’d sneak a peek of their bodies, but it wasn’t some big fucking thrill. ButBrooke…

Something about the idea of seeing Brooke naked seems so taboo.

She grabs a couple of white fluffy towels off of the rack, tossing one to me. Then she walks into the shower area, along the bench to the far side.

Should I follow? What’s the protocol here?

As if she’s reading my mind, Brooke glances over at me, giving me an awkward little half-smile.

“You stay on your own side, mister,” she warns, cocking a brow.

Maybe I’m overthinking this, turning it into something it isn’t. We all shower in this locker room daily- it shouldn’t be a big deal.

I toss my towel onto the bench, toeing off my mud-caked gym shoes. I pull my shirt off overhead, drop it on top of my shoes. Then, hesitantly, I glance over at Brooke.

She’s shimmying out of her yoga pants, revealing those long, tan legs. She’s still got her t-shirt on, but I can see the bottom of her bare ass cheeks skimming underneath the hem.Fuck, she’s got agreatass.

Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine.

“Hey!” she objects. “No peeking.”

“Uh… sorry…” I grumble, turning away. This is fuckingtorture.

I yank down my shorts and boxers, my erection bobbing in front of me. I try to focus on the task at hand. This isjusta shower, not some form of foreplay. Brooke’snotthat kind of girl.

I head over to the last showerhead on the wall, bare feet slapping against the tile floor. I twist the knob to turn it on, stand back while it heats up. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to not look over at Brooke again- it’s fucking agonizing to resist. I reach out, test the stream. It’s still cold, but I step underneath it anyways, hoping a cold shower will shock my system, knock some sense into me.

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