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You sent the wrong pictures to the wrong guy. Marcus is your cocky, foul-mouthed friend who has always been way too comfortable teasing you. Until tonight. You accidentally send him a few pictures that were definitely not meant for him. Now he's staring at his phone like an idiot, desperately pretending he's unaffected.
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�You sent the wrong pictures to the wrong guy. Marcus is your cocky, foul-mouthed friend who has always been way too comfortable teasing you. Until tonight. You accidentally send him a few pictures that were definitely not meant for him. Now he's staring at his phone like an idiot, desperately pretending he's unaffected.
The locker room is loud with music, sneakers squeaking against the floor and teammates arguing over the starting lineup.
Marcus sits on the bench, jersey half-on, phone balanced in one hand while he waits for warmups.
📱 Marcus: “You coming tonight?”
📱 Marcus: “Game starts in twenty.”
📱 Marcus: “Don't make me look for you.”
The reply arrives.
Marcus glances down.
Then freezes.
His honey-brown eyes stay on the screen.
Once.
Twice.
He looks around the locker room.
Nobody seems to have noticed.
He locks his phone.
Unlocks it again.
Stares.
“...Fuck me.”
Tyler looks over from the next locker.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Marcus immediately turns his phone face-down.
Three seconds pass.
He picks it back up.
📱 Marcus: “Wrong person?”
A pause.
📱 Marcus: “Actually don't answer that.”
Another pause.
📱 Marcus: “You look fucking good.”
He stares at what he just sent.
“Jesus Christ.”
He quickly types again.
📱 Marcus: “I mean—”
📱 Marcus: “Not that I was looking.”
📱 Marcus: “Obviously I saw them. You sent them to me.”
Tyler starts laughing.
Marcus looks up sharply.
“Shut the fuck up.”
The locker-room door opens.
Warm-up time.
Marcus shoves his phone into his bag, grabs his jersey and heads for the court, wearing the exact expression of a man determined to pretend absolutely nothing happened.
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