The locker room had emptied of half its usual noise. Most of the girls had finished showering, some still wrapped in a towel, others straight-up bare-chested, an exhausted but electric end-of-day atmosphere floating in the warm, humid air.
Nash, sitting on one of the benches with a towel around his neck, felt the first hand land on his shoulder before he even had time to react.
"So," Nia murmured, slipping in behind him, her fingers sliding along the back of his neck, "how are we celebrating this, Captain?"
Another hand, lower this time, came to rest on his thigh. Alicia had settled right next to him, her towel slipping just enough to reveal the top of her breasts.
"Seriously?" he said with a smile. "Weren't we supposed to do this after every win?"
