~SCARLETT~
I open my mouth to speak, but Carter places a finger gently on my lips to silence me. Fear grips me, and my eyes widen as I look up at him.
“You in there, Carter?” one of his teammates calls out.
“I am,” he replies firmly.
“How long do you have?” the teammate asks. “I don’t hear any water running.”
“I just got in,” Carter answers, leaning forward to turn on the shower. I gasp as the water splashes against my skin.
“Still didn’t catch how long you’ll be,” his teammate presses on.
“I’ll be in here for a while,” Carter shouts back. “Don’t disturb me.”
What did he mean by that? All I could think about was getting out of here. Clara had to be looking for me by now, and the last place she would think to check was the boys’ locker room!
“Carter—”
"Shh," he whispers as he lean
