The steam in the varsity locker room was a thick, cloying shroud that smelled of menthol rub, old leather, and the sharp, metallic tang of filtered sweat. It was late-past eleven-and the rest of the team had long since cleared out after the final scrimmage of the season. I stood by my locker, the metal cold against my back, as I slowly unlaced my cleats. My heart was a frantic drum behind my ribs because I knew I wasn't alone.Beckett, the star quarterback and the undisputed king of this campus, was leaning against the doorway of the shower block. He was still in his practice jersey, the fabric clinging to his massive chest, his eyes dark and predatory."You're late leaving today, Miller," Beckett rumbled, his voice echoing off the tile. "Avoiding something? Or someone?""Just tired, Beck," I muttered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Long season.""Longer for some than others," he said, pushing off the wall and walking toward me. His footsteps were heavy, purposeful. He stopped inche
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