Chapter 25

“Oh my God, you’re naked,” Ekaterina said.

Tom Alan stuttered, “I’m…No…”

“Do not be embarrassed.” Ben Thornton stood there, too, in a tight, fleecy, blue-and-orange-striped hoodie that showed off his sporty upper body. He phffedupward, blowing his hair out of his eyes. It was kind of sexily messy. No way near the volume and frenzy of Milo Fisher’s, but shaggy, long waves of light coffee that jutted in every direction and picked up the slightest movement. “This sort of thing happens to Kat all the time,” he said. “She’s seen more naked athletes than the guys who check us for doping.”

Tom Alan had never been particularly keen on stripping for those guys either. He pressed himself against the wall. “I’m not—”