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—Holly—
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The locker room door whipped open without warning as soon as I pushed against it, sending me stumbling into a chest.
“Whoa there, Bunny. Where’s the fire?”
The millisecond his hand touched my arm, I jerked away. “Don’t touch me!”
Offense cut across Scout’s face. “Why? Are you okay?” His eyes then narrowed suspiciously. “It looks like you’ve been crying. And why are you covering your mouth?”
“Nothing. I just need to use the bathroom.”
Scout stepped into my path as I tried to dodge around him. “Not buying. You’re all flushed, and your hair is, well... quite frankly, it’s a mess.”
“I said it’s nothing. Now move your ass. And don’t touch me!” I exclaimed again when he reached out.
The thought of my uncle touching me mere minutes after fucking his teammate made my skin crawl.
Scout tucked his chin back as he stepped aside. “Fine, don’t bitch at me. Does Isaiah have something to do with this?”
“No!”
Unable to stand the weight of his scrutiny, I rushed toward the bathrooms while calling, “I’ll see you out there soon.”
“Sure, Hols,” he replied gruffly.
Once inside the bathroom, horror and guilt hit hard. I locked myself in a stall and cradled my head in my hands, berating myself while I peed. How could I have been so stupid?
Maybe Isaiah Morillo was too much of a bad boy for me after all.
