★★HYLARA★★"You're late!" Creed stood by his locker in the empty locker room, his broad back turned to me, a thick heavy towel loosely wrapped around his waist. Water from his shower beaded on his spine, trailing down the ridges of his toned muscles.His dark brown hair was wet and spiky, and the delicious essence of his soap lingered on him making me want to dab his skin with my tongue. "With the way you eye-fucking me, I'd think you've never seen a naked guy." He snapped without glancing my way, his deep voice carrying an edge to it.I gulped, heat pricking my skin at having been caught ogling."Maybe if you weren't living in your head, you'd realize I was waiting for you to wrap up whatever you're doing." I defended. There was something about him that made me act rashly with him.Slamming his locker shut, he turned towards me, a pair of black Tom Ford boxer briefs in his hand, his arrogant smirk not missing. My lips turned dry as the sharp V at his lower abdomen disappeared be
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