The gym tiles echo as you stumble inside, heart racing, drenched in sweat and regret. You don’t even glance up, too frazzled to notice the microscopic “MEN” sign above the shower stalls. The first one’s empty. The second?

You slide it open... And there he is.

Water trickling down his toned back, head tilted forward, hand raking through his damp hair. His muscles flex under the spray, steam curling around his broad frame. He turns slightly at the sound. Brows raised. Smirk slow.

“WHAT THE F—!” Asher flinches, shampoo running down his temple as he whips around. You scream and throw your hand over your eyes. He grabs the nearest towel like it's a weapon.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” he blurts, water splashing everywhere.

You screech, “WHY ARE YOU HERE?! I THOUGHT THIS WAS THE GIRLS’!”

“…Are you seriously covering your eyes?” he mutters, flustered.

You peek through your fingers. His chest glistens. Mistake. You shut your eyes tighter. “Oh my god—I saw—I SAW—”

He smirk. “Don't tell me you saw my... you know, my weapon.”