Ball tucked under one arm, water bottle in hand, Foreman headed off the court with Amber. Tempted as he was to fall back a few steps and continue teasing himself, he figured that the ogling would get old fast if he overdid it. Amber wanted to know that she was attractive, but Foreman wasn't going to act like an asshole while he was letting her know. Her immediate smile, when she'd turned and seen him shirtless, was more than enough for them to confirm to each other that they had no problem in that part of their relationship. Amber might have expected him to kiss her this morning, but it'd been so much better with the energy of the game prompting them. Even if it was so that she could steal a point. He'd won in the end, so that didn't matter.
"There's a good sandwich place a few blocks from here," he said, generally agreeing to drop the subject of the game. If Amber wouldn't be happy until she'd beaten him at something, he'd let her figure out what that was and when it would happen. Lunch, even though he'd had a filling breakfast, was starting to take up his attention. Casual was all he wanted, and nothing too filling. "They have good coffee, too."
He brought out the swipe card from his pocket when they reached the change room. Tossing his t-shirt at the bench, he sat down to take his shoes and socks off, and ripped off his warm-up pants. The air felt good, evaporating his sweat. Although he'd managed to keep himself under control for the length of the game, the fact that there was no a closed and locked door between them and the rest of the gym's patrons--not to mention how damn hot Amber had been the entire morning, and that last appreciative smile she'd given him back on the courts--even though he'd just gotten his breathing back under his control, the flutter of desire he felt in his stomach brought back the rush he'd never completely let go of. The shower was a tiny cubicle, not really meant for two people, but...Foreman grinned to himself and stood up, hooking his thumbs under his shorts' waistband and dropping them to the floor. Sauntering across the room, he turned the hot tap on and stepped inside, looking back at Amber for a second before he shut the door. "Consider this a horndog invitation," he said, with an enticing smirk.
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"There's a good sandwich place a few blocks from here," he said, generally agreeing to drop the subject of the game. If Amber wouldn't be happy until she'd beaten him at something, he'd let her figure out what that was and when it would happen. Lunch, even though he'd had a filling breakfast, was starting to take up his attention. Casual was all he wanted, and nothing too filling. "They have good coffee, too."
He brought out the swipe card from his pocket when they reached the change room. Tossing his t-shirt at the bench, he sat down to take his shoes and socks off, and ripped off his warm-up pants. The air felt good, evaporating his sweat. Although he'd managed to keep himself under control for the length of the game, the fact that there was no a closed and locked door between them and the rest of the gym's patrons--not to mention how damn hot Amber had been the entire morning, and that last appreciative smile she'd given him back on the courts--even though he'd just gotten his breathing back under his control, the flutter of desire he felt in his stomach brought back the rush he'd never completely let go of. The shower was a tiny cubicle, not really meant for two people, but...Foreman grinned to himself and stood up, hooking his thumbs under his shorts' waistband and dropping them to the floor. Sauntering across the room, he turned the hot tap on and stepped inside, looking back at Amber for a second before he shut the door. "Consider this a horndog invitation," he said, with an enticing smirk.