Marcus’ POV
I have the world's quickest shower, ignoring my teammates as they laugh and joke around me, as I dry myself off and drag on my clothes. Even with the speed that I am moving at, half of the team still manage to walk out before me, including Ashton, Kane, and Dalton who offer to wait for me, but I turn them down. Rory is waiting for me, and I don’t want these f.uckers around, taking her attention when it could be on me.
As I finish tying my lace, I stand up from the bench, grab my bag, and haul it over my shoulder before striding to the door and pulling it open.
I’m faced with the backs of my teammates, who are crowded around something, or someone I realise, as Dalton shifts slightly to the left, revealing his prey to me and I catch sight of Rory, her hand clasped in his as sh
