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Aiden is in the locker room. The girls’ locker room. For a second, I’m too stunned to do anything except stare. He leans against the locker. His arms and ankles crossed and a dark spark dances in his cloudy gaze. He’s watching me with an unnerving focus like he’s a ravenous predator salivating after his prey. His attention slides down my body and I follow his gaze. Water still drips from my loose hair, creating rivulets down my skin. The towel barely hides the top of my breasts and stops at the middle of my thighs. I cross my arms over my chest. Standing in front of Aiden in nothing but a towel is about the worst situation I can be in. Tipping my chin, I point at the door. “Get out or I’ll call for Coach.” He continues measuring me up and down, not bothering to hide the sick desire from his features. “You said to meet you after school.” “I meant outside, not in the locker room.” He lifts a shoulder, his gaze finally sliding up to mine. “You didn’t specify the place. This is as good as