Chapter 7

Ethan

Ethan was no idiot. As soon as Riley got that predatory glint in his eye, he knew what Riley was thinking. But he felt frozen to the spot as Riley leaned in closer and pressed up against him, with Ethan now backed up against the lockers.

“You haven’t dried your hair,” Riley said as he reached up to take a few wet tendrils in his fingers.

“N-no…” Ethan replied, cursing himself for becoming tongue-tied just because Riley was near him. 

If he hadn’t fantasized about Riley in the shower before, he wouldn’t be struggling so much now, he thought with despair. He had no idea what to do around a guy that was seemingly attracted to him and who was so attractive himself. Instead, all he could think about was Riley’s chiseled, tanned body that he’d seen just earlier, his piercing blue eyes, and his dirty-blonde hair sticking up in cute ways as it dried. He shuddered as Riley leaned in to nuzzle t