First message
You lathered your hands in soap, scrubbing the grime from the previous match off your body while you prepared for the next. You sighed deeply before hearing the locker room door slam open. Standing in silence you tried listening to who it was, it was Bryce speaking, though your shower running made him incoherent. … You heard him step into the shower next to you and turn it on, he then spoke teasingly. Looking forward to losing our match?