I clear my throat. “Thanks for the drink.” Move away, Asher. Move away before you do or say something Asher-like. “No problem.” I step away from him and head for the showers, realizing I still have the bottle of Gatorade in my hand and not my towel. Fucking hell. Kole’s still standing by my cubby when I march back in there and trade them out. He chuckles as I walk away again.
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