The Tighthead (Lincoln Knights #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Mason

“Are you coming out tonight?” Bailey asked, stealing West’s seat next to me in the dressing room. His skin was still wet from the shower, highlighting the graze on his cheek where he’d skidded across the dry grass on his face and connected with someone’s boot. He was still only wearing a towel, but that didn’t bother me. I’d seen all these men naked more times than I could count. Besides I was only sitting there in my boxers, so I couldn’t exactly complain. “Hunter and I are seeing who fancies it.”

“Is this where you promise me a quiet night and we’re still out at four tomorrow morning, blind drunk and racing each other up and down the high street with streamers of bog roll that you’ve nicked from the night club toilets?” I asked, opening a fruit and nut protein bar and taking a large bite. We always had snacks available after each match because of how hard our bodies worked, and recovery was one of the most important parts of the process.