Page 45 of Fear of Falling

“I would say we go inside but I’ve made that mistake before. You’d think seeing a bunch of half-naked men would be a dream come true but let me tell you…it’s not.” Mila wrinkled her nose.

“Trust me, I learned that the hard way myself.” I replied, shaking my head at the memory. Once, while dating who-shall-not-be-named at Uni, I’d unwittingly walked into the men's locker room. Talk about ruining the image of hot, half-naked men standing around, that's for sure.

“They just stand around completely naked, don’t they?” Tasha asked.

“More like with their cups on their dicks, whipping their towels at each other's asses when they win.” Mila made a disgusted face. I laughed at her expression.

Sounds about right.

“So, there was this one time that I walked into the locker room…” Mila started, when suddenly the doors flew open. All of our heads snapped up to see Wyatt, Trevor and Bryton striding towards us.

I thought I’d see them in their suits, like most athletes have to wear before and after a game, but they were all dressed casually.

At the sight of her boyfriend, Mila forgot all about her story and flung herself at Bryton.

“You did amazing, sweetie!” She beamed at him, wrapping her legs around his waist before kissing him hard on the lips. Feeling a little awkward, I looked away from the happy couple and met the gaze of the one person I truly wanted to see.

Wyatt stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down, no doubt taking in his jersey I wore.

“Hi,” I said.

My voice seemed to snap Wyatt out of his reserve, and with two strides, he stood in front of me. Leaning down, he wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me up so my toes barely touched the ground. My arms wrapped around his neck, the action taking me by surprise.

Wyatt nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck, his wet hair tickling my skin. His strong arms held me tight, pressing me against his muscular chest.

“You did amazing,” I said against his neck. He held for another minute before gently lowering me. Despite having my feet firmly on the floor, I felt like I was floating. His hands remained on my waist as we stood there grinning at each other, not saying a word.

At the sound of someone clearing their throat, the two of us looked away a little awkwardly. Wyatt stepped back, his hands falling from my waist as I dropped my hands from around his neck. Instantly, my body missed the feeling of his against mine. If it wasn’t for the fact we had an audience, I would have reached out and pulled him back to me.

Both Tasha and Mila smirked at me, and I felt my face flushing. Admittedly, I was so caught up in the moment with Wyatt, I’d forgotten we weren’t alone.

“That was a great game, boys,” Mila said, breaking the semi-awkward silence.

“Yeah, you guys looked amazing out there!” I gave all three of them a smile, but my eyes lingered on Wyatt a second longer than the other two.

“I was pretty great,” Trevor bragged as he stepped forward, throwing an arm around my shoulder. “I knew you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.” The wink he gave me would have made any other girl swoon, but I only had eyes for Wyatt.

Looking up at Wyatt, I caught him shooting daggers at Trevor and the arm he had around my shoulders. Trevor squeezed my shoulder, and I knew he was doing it on purpose.

“Oh yeah, you were the star of the show,” I said, tilting my head up to look at him as I played along. “By the way, this is my best friend, Tasha.” I ducked out from under Trevor’s arm and stood on the other side of my friend.

Bryton greeted Tasha with a nod and Wyatt said hello, but it was Trevor’s reaction I focused on. He looked Tasha up and down with a twinkle in his eye, absently licking his lips. I may not know Trevor all that well, but I knew that look in his eye—it was the same way every man looked when they met my best friend.

“Nice to meet you, Tash-ah.” Trevor dragged out her name as he extended his hand. As she accepted it, he brought it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand before winking.

“So, you’re the fuckboy,” Tasha grinned up at him. I almost choked on the laugh that tried to break free at her bluntness. Yet, Trevor’s smile didn’t waver—if anything, it only grew wider.

“I can assure you, nothing about me is a boy.”

“Hmm,” Tasha replied, freeing her hand.

Oh boy. They're going to chew each other up and spit each other out.

Thankfully, Tasha’s phone rang, cutting the tension between her and Trevor. With a quick ‘excuse me’, she walked away to answer the call.

“Want to grab a drink with the star of the show?” Trevor asked, turning to face the rest of us, though I could tell his attention was still on Tasha.

I glanced at Wyatt, not sure what to say.

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