Page 31 of Full Court Crush
“We were just saying we could use Sofia to neutralise their number eight.”
Lucy chewed, looking contemplative. Then she swallowed loudly.
“True, but there is more than just number eight to worry about,” Lucy nodded sagely. Her phone pinged. She put her half-eaten slice of pizza down on one of the box lids, wiped her greasy, crumbed hands on her trousers, and dug out her phone. The dating app logo was visible from the other side of the table.
“You’re looking for a date? All the way up here?” Keira couldn’t help but ask. Lucy just shrugged.
“Hey, you never know when you’ll find true love,” Lucy countered, clearing the notification. Amelia suddenly appeared by Lucy’s side. Keira hadn’t noticed her walk over.
“Yeah, but maybe don’t go looking for love on a school night, hmm?” Amelia said, resting a hand on Lucy’s shoulder.
“Yes, boss.” Lucy said with a grin.
“Keira, I’m turning in. Do you want to come and get the key off me, or—”
“I think I’ll turn in, too.” Surprising herself, she got quickly to her feet. Her curiosity couldn’t take it anymore. She was determined to find out what was wrong. Being professional didn’t excuse sudden, downright coldness. “Night all,” she said, then headed towards the lifts. This time it was Amelia’s turn to play catch-up. Keira caught her own smirk in the reflection of the metallic lift doors.
When they returned to the room, Amelia dived straight for her bag and dug out her wash bag, then slipped into the bathroom. Keira thumped down on the bed, interlocked her fingers behind her head, and crossed her legs at the ankles. She’d wanted to get the conversation out of the way, but at least this gave her some time to work out what to say. Her hands twitched with the desire to check in on her dad again, but it was late, and she hoped he was asleep.
She looked towards the bathroom, where the unmistakable sounds of muffled shuffling and the shower being turned on drifted from under the door. Keira shivered.
What is it about Amelia and showers that does this to me?
Her mind was a massive contradiction. She was mad at Amelia for blowing hot and cold and was determined to keep things professional, while getting wildly distracted by the thought of Amelia being naked in the next room. Toying with Amelia at Coach Grant's had been fun, but it had done nothing to quell her own libido. She thought she might need a cold shower herself soon. She sat up again and rummaged through her bag. Pulling out a vest top and shorts to sleep in, as well as her own wash bag, she decided to brush her teeth once Amelia was done.
She checked her phone to see if her dad had messaged her and found a good luck message from Sonia. She glanced towards the bathroom door, then pressed the video call button next to Sonia’s name. Sonia took three rings to answer.
“Hey, Morgan, how’re you doing?” Sonia sounded slightly out of breath. She was walking what looked like quite a steep trail. Behind her were tall trees with golden leaves glowing in the afternoon sun.
“All good, you?” Keira glanced towards the bathroom door again.
“Are you sure?” Sonia raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, just, an…interestingroommate situation.”
Sonia looked confused, then exaggeratedly mouthed, ‘Amelia?’ Keira nodded.
“And let me guess, there’s—”
“Only one bed?” Keira finished panning the video call around to show the lone bed, and nodded again.
“No WAY,” Sonia almost yelled.
“Shh!” Keira waved her hand at the screen. Sonia shoved her hand in her mouth, clearly looking to stop herself laughing.
The shower noise ceased.
“Look, I gotta go—” she said,
“I want details, Morgan.”
“I gotta—”
“Details!” Sonia whisper-yelled before Keira had a chance to hang up.
The bathroom door unlocked, and Amelia stepped out, towels wrapped around her body and her hair, carrying her clothes in her arms. The bottom of her thighs peeked out from below the towel, and Kiera had to look away. She grabbed her stuff, including her pyjamas, and took her turn in the now quite steamy room. She debated getting in the shower with the express purpose of touching herself just to get whatever this was out of her system, but thought better of it. Doing that knowing Amelia was in the next room would probably make things worse, and was definitelynotprofessional.
Once she finished, she stepped back into the bedroom. Amelia stood by the side of her bed in just her underwear, facing away from her. She’d seen her teammates in just their underwear or fresh out of the shower countless times, but that was a room full of people in a basketball setting. Here, with just the two of them and a bed, it felt…intimate. She had to force herself to breathe. She didn’t think she’d get the image of water slowly dripping from Amelia’s hair and down her back, between her defined shoulder muscles, out of her head. Ever. She stood open-mouthed for a few moments before she realised she was staring, and snapped herself out of it.