| TRISHA |

Blake’s eyes widened in alarm. Without a word, he yanked his shorts up and fumbled with the drawstring, tying it in a clumsy knot.

Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me across the locker room floor. The cold tiles slid beneath our feet, urgency coursing through every step.

We reached the bathroom, and Blake swung the door open, then yanked it shut just as the outer locker room door creaked open, the sound echoing faintly in the locker room.

Blake didn’t say a word, but the ...