I look down.

“Fuck!” I quickly shove my hand in front of my hardening dick. I mean, seriously. Over a high-five? Really? I can’t leave without running into Jisoo, and I can’t turn around because of Ah-Ri. “Help!”

“I like women.” Haneul laughs harder.

“Not like that, you bastard. And you know it!” I grit my teeth. “Distract Jisoo.”

He slowly gets to his feet. “Fine, but you owe me. Oh, and we will be talking about this later.”

“Not if I can help it,” I grumble.

Footfalls sound behind me.

Shit. Ah-Ri is coming out of the booth.

She’s going to see my boner and think that what we did is all it takes to turn me on. Which I guess is maybe semi-true but not typical. And, hell, she’s probably going to faint.

I’m going to make my bandmate faint in shock and horror on day two of rehearsal.

I quickly look around for an escape when Haneul gets Jisoo’s attention and leads her to the corner.

I bolt toward the door and hear Ah-Ri say my name.

“Be right back.” I don’t look back.

I kick open the door and run to the bathroom down the hall, thanking the universe that it’s close.

I lock myself in one of the stalls and look down. “You’ve got to be shitting me!”

Sure, it’s been a while.

Like two years since I’ve even had a random one-night stand.

I’ve been busy, though!

Really, really, really busy.

I can either stay in the stall until my body calms down or take care of the situation so it doesn’t happen again today.

Especially during dance rehearsal.

I never should have let my thoughts go there with Ah-Ri. From here on out, I need to be laser focused. No wondering about her skin or taste or anything even remotely romantic.

I pull my sweatpants down and grip myself. Damn, it feels good—too good. I lean my other hand against the stall and pump up and down my length. My body trembles.

And, of course, as I jack myself…

I see her face.

My teeth clench.

Her hands.

Her singing.

Her mouth.

Before I know it, I’m spilling into my hand, the toilet, and narrowly miss my legs.

I’m panting, standing there feeling guilty as hell.

And the worst part?

I don’t think it’s going to be my last time having to do this.

He looks pissed.

When it’s time for him to grab me, he jerks my body against his so hard I nearly stumble. I can feel every sweaty inch of him.

Maybe not the best idea I’ve ever had.

He’s all heated muscle under that loose T-shirt.

His right hand splays across my stomach as our hips move in sync. He leans in. I see his reflection in the mirror. I’m in great shape, yet I’m out of breath.