Page 96 of Slew Foot
Mickey forced himself to take a deep breath and not snap at Rafe as he undid the top few buttons on his shirt. “Of course I did.”
“What can I do for you? I want to do something.”
“You can sit down and stop pacing for one,” Mickey said drily. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt.
Rafe did stop, but he crossed his arms over his chest and glared instead. Mickey wasn’t sure he’d call thatbetter.
“Fine. Whatever.” Mickey sighed and stood, shrugging out of his shirt and carefully laying it over a nearby chair. “I’m going to go take a shower.”
Rafe stepped between him and the bathroom door. “What if you fall?”
Mickey squinted at him. “How many times do I have to tell you I feel fine? I’m not dizzy or anything.”
“But you couldgetdizzy.”
“I could also get kidnapped by aliens,” Mickey said drily.
Rafe tilted his head, like a confused puppy. “You believe in aliens?”
Mickey stared.Thiswas the person he was in love with? Really? Out of the eight billion or so humans on the planet, this was the one he’d fallen for?
“No.” Mickey’s tone was flat. “I don’t. Not the type who would kidnap us anyway. It’s statistically improbable that alien life forms would evolve to be humanoid or even similar enough to behave like they do in movies.”
Rafe looked even more confused.
Mickey resisted the urge to rub his head. Rafe would be all over him about it being a sign of a concussion.
“Look, back to my original point. By the time Dr. Pope was done with me, the bus was about to leave, and I barely got a chance to clean up, remember?” he continued, pointing toward the bathroom. “I’m going to get in the shower and wash off. And I’mgoingto take my time with it.”
Rafe made a little noise of protest as Mickey pushed past him.
“If you’re that fucking worried I’ll fall, you can come in with me!” he flung over his shoulder, sick of being fussed over.
Rafe didn’t say anything, so Mickey closed the door behind him and undid his belt and trousers with a relieved sigh. He folded the pants and set them on the bathroom counter. He’d just pushed his underwear to the floor when the door swung open.
Rafe made a funny noise and Mickey glanced in the mirror to see him dressed in nothing but shorts, staring at Mickey’s bare ass.
“I wasjoking, by the way,” Mickey pointed out. People didn’t always get his sense of humor but really? Rafe wasn’tthatdense.
“Yeah, well,Iwasn’t joking either.” Rafe crossed his arms over his chest.
Mickey rolled his eyes and stalked over to the shower. He turned the water on and adjusted it until it was the perfect temperature. When he stepped inside, Rafe did too.
So, they were doing this, apparently.
Rafe closed the shower door behind them, trying to stare anywhere but at Mickey’s bare ass and back. Because wow, he was even more gorgeous than Rafe had realized. It was one thing to see a guy in the locker room but it was another to step into a hotel shower with him. To see him up close and personal.
Mickey acted like Rafe wasn’t even there.
Instead, Mickey dunked his head under the running water and wet it. He reached for the hotel shampoo and turned away from the spray, closing his eyes and tipping his head back so he could wet his hair.
At least he wasn’t arguing anymore?
Rafe stood there with damp athletic shorts clinging to his thighs, his gaze locked onto one of the shower tiles over Mickey’s left shoulder, his heart beating too fast.
Because he’d realized there was a problem with his plan to keep Mickey safe. If he got hard, there was no way Mickey wouldn’t see it. It took a lot of willpower to keep his gaze where it was supposed to be. It would beso easyto let himself look. And hewantedto.
The way Rafe’s cock had stirred at the sight of Mickey’s naked body when he stepped in the bathroom told him they were way past the point of him pretending he didn’t havethosekind of feelings for his teammate anymore.
