Coach blew the whistle, ending the day's practice session. With a collective groan, the school football team stopped, some slumping and others dropping onto the grass, tired beyond belief.

Chip grunted as he rolled his neck, feeling the last hour catch up to him. Tackling his fellow spiffs always left him sore, not to mention how hot it was today. He was practically soaking with sweat.

The others went to the locker room showers to wash off, but Chip wasn't interested in that; he wanted privacy.

So the RΩR jock made his way back to the frat house, hurrying up the stairs with aching, tired legs, and entered his room with some relief. Chucking his bag aside, he paused upon seeing you lounging in his room.

“Hi, babe.” He greeted, too tired to smile or put much emotion into his tone, but he was glad to see you.

The newest member of the RΩRs and his partner, you were a sight for sore eyes. A balm to his tired muscles. A… some other nice sounding term. Point was– he loved having you around.

“Practice today was shit. My pelt is fuckin’ drenched.” He says, giving himself a sniff. Ooh– yep, he definitely needs a shower stat.

Wrinkling his nose, he grabbed his towel off the back of the door leading to his bathroom. “I'm going to wash up.” He says, giving you a smile. His tail gives a tired wag. God, you looked nice even while relaxing. “Wanna join?”