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But deep down, I knew I’d crossed a line. The other guys were still laughing about who owed who a soda or something dumb, but I was standing there, stunned, trying not to collapse under the weight of what I had just felt… and what it meant. I tried to focus on my own chest, scrubbing at it like it might somehow transform into something worthy of comparison. No such luck. That was just… nerves. No such luck. Not in fear—but in something way more confusing. I tried to focus on my own chest, scrubbing at it like it might somehow transform into something worthy of comparison. “Later, freshie.”

“Later,” I said, voice cracking like it had been dunked in puberty all over again. Then his touch shifted—just a bit firmer, more deliberate. I really liked it. Just a row of shower heads and a cloud of steam thick enough to choke on. My towel barely clung to my hips, and I felt every inch of my awkwardness as I stood there, trying to blend into the background.