Chapter Forty-three

Storm's POV

The loud cough shook us and we broke apart immediately. I turned to see Caleb standing at the door of the now-empty locker room. My hands immediately went to my rolled-up top and I struggled to drag it down.

Noah pushed me behind him and stood tall, towering over me.

"Yes? How can we help you?" His voice thundered.

" The next race is about to start and the others are asking for you guys." Caleb's voice sounded odd, I could hear him shuffling on his feet. He was probably very uncomfortable to have caught us in such a compromising position.

"Alright, you can leave, we'll be there shortly." Caleb didn't wait for Noah to finish speaking before he raced away from the room.

I couldn't help myself and I burst into laughter. Noah turned, and his eyebrows were furrowed.

"What's so funny?"

"I think we might have traumatized Caleb for life. I don't think he'll ever be able to look at us the small way again." I laughed harder. I felt bad for him but the way he ran was just too hila