What the hell am I doing?

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I rush from the locker room like it’s on fire, my head spinning. Hawk seemed so angry as he glowered at me all this week. I thought I only followed him into the locker room to check in. I should have turned around and left when I saw that he was naked.

I should have.

Why does it have to feel so fucking good to be with him? God, he’s right. About all of it. I want him, badly.

But if I give ...