“Okay. I’ll hook up with Aiden before practice, have him cover them with something.”

“He’ll know.”

Reese winked at me. “He’ll never tell.”

I was struck speechless.

He proceeded to walk around naked, only the towel around his neck. I knew being naked didn’t bother professional athletes, but it was still something to get used to.

When I walked out after him, a towel tucked around me, his eyes darkened.

“Why are you wearing that?” He reached for it, and sensing he was going to take it from me, I danced out of the way.

“Uh, no.” I swatted at his hand. “Not all of us are so fancy free and comfortable being naked.”

He grinned, rummaging in his bag. “You should be. Your body is nice and tight. You look good with clothes on, but you look hot naked.” He whistled. “Anytime you’re over and feel the itch to embrace being nude, you’re more than welcome.”

He waited for my reaction, side-eyeing me as he pulled out his clothes for the first part of the day. He was reaching for his shorts, but paused. “I forgot. We have meetings this morning. I’ll still have Aiden put ointment on them, but they’ll be gone by afternoon when we do drills. We’ll be good.”

That should’ve been a relief, but I was still caught on his casual mention of coming over to his place.

I sat on the bed Reese usually used, tucking my hands under my legs. “So… um…”

He stilled, watching me, a wary look in his eyes. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I recognize that look. It’s the thinking look. Don’t think. We’re having fun, right? That’s all. We’re friends.”

“We’re friends who fucked.” I remembered all the times. “A lot.”

His mouth curved in a rakish grin. “And it was awesome. I’m hoping to do it again, and often, but I don’t want to do the talk. I hate having the talks.”

“The talks?”

He scoffed, pulling his pants on. He turned to find his socks and step into his shoes. “You know what I’m talking about.”

“The talk,” I repeated.

Then I remembered it was morning. He was getting ready to go to breakfast—breakfast I usually helped set up.

I shrieked, jumping to my feet. “I’m so late!”

“No one’s using the courts.”

“I help with the food. You know that.”

“But you don’t have to. You’re not going to get in trouble for missing once.”

I threw clothes in the air, grabbing for what I thought would fit. Somehow I ended up in shorts I wasn’t sure were mine, a tank top that dipped too low over my cleavage, and I had no clue where my socks were, so I grabbed for my sandals.

“Nope.”