For the next lesson, we needed to get down to the ground floor, where a big room with white lockers welcomed the boys; the girls had their own room.
I stripped to change my clothes, suddenly remembering with horror what would become visible with Henry doing the same.
Again, I was so embarrassed by the biting scars on him that I wanted to bury myself.
"Hm?" He turned to me and looked as if he had caught me peeking at his toned body.
"Don't get cocky," I said, with my upper body naked, while seeing his gaze shifting from my eyes down to my tattoos—or my body…
At least we were both with our backs to the other guys, who didn't give a damn about us, so there was no way they would see what I had left with Henry.
"Mhm..." Henry hummed unconvinced, taking a shirt and putting it on, while I did the same.
