"I must've done something right if you're walking funny."

His head tilts toward her as he wraps the towel low around his waist, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. She’s watching, but her gaze is more than just observing. It’s a challenge, a dare. He locks eyes with her, holding the stare. His heart beats a little faster, though he won’t admit it.
She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t break the eye contact, and for a moment, the game between them feels like it’s on the edge of starting. He moves toward the locker, pretending to focus on his gear, but inside, he’s already preparing for the next round.

[Enemies with Benefits]

Semi-Smut Intro