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Troytempts stepped closer, now under the water's edge. "My turn," he said, not waiting for permission. He took the soap from Dom and pressed his palms flat against Dom's chest, spreading suds in slow circles. Dom's breath caught. Zayn watched, water sluicing down his face, mixing with something that might have been tears or just steam.
Zayn was the first to the showers, stripping off his grass-stained gear with a grimace. He turned the handle, letting the initial blast of cold water shock his system before it heated up, steam beginning to curl around the tiled corners of the communal stall.
