We’d been playing together for a while. It was an intense and heavy game.
After we both finished, we walked to the locker room together. He took off his shirt and gave it to me.
As he headed for the shower, he slid off his pants — first the right leg, then the left, bending down slightly before me. He handed those to me, too.
He disappeared behind the door and a second later poked out his arm, underwear dangling from his fingers.
“You can have this too,” he said casually.
It was pungent and soaked with sweat.
He left the door cracked just enough for me to make out his form in the steam.
He knew what he was doing.