Before I could hit Ben we heard people coming in the changing room, and knowing my state right now, I really didn't want to be seen the way I am. So I grabbed his front shirt with both my hands and hurried him backwards to the shower cubicle just a few steps behind him, as soon as we were in I closed the door. Without knowing what else to do I placed my hands on the door leaning on it, the only thing I can think of doing right now is to wait for the guys to finish getting changed and get out as soon as they're gine, without me noticing out of worry Ben had leaned in close to me and whispered near my ear. ~ So, what's the plan? ~ As goose bumps ran through my neck I slapped his face with the back of my left hand making him flinch backwards and hiss quietly. ~ Please don't do that ~ I said as I turned around to face him. ~ This is your fault ~ I added, Ben then looked awkward and looked away, seeing his reaction reminded me that my shirt was ripped open showing my chest, I turned away embarrassed and dared not to say anything anymore. (When are they going to leave? ) As I was getting impatient, I closed my eyes wishing this would pass faster. I then hear movements behind me, I opened my eyes, but before I could turn around a white sheet passed my eyes to cover me, it was Ben's shirt. ~ If you want to confirm if I got anything to show, you can turn around ~ He said with a playful tone, I dared not to turn around guessing that his ego might go over the roof, but I could not keep my ears from slightly heating up from...