When he finished his shower, he wrapped his blue towel around his waist and made his way back to his locker. Some of the guys didn’t even bother with towels anymore, except to dry their hair. Instead, many had taken to walking around nude, unashamed. Caleb wasn’t ashamed either, but he still worried his body could betray him, so he always erred on the side of caution and wore a towel.
He grabbed a pair of bright blue boxers from his locker and stepped into them before searching in his duffel bag for his favorite T-shirt. He didn’t care how ratty it was; tonight he wanted to wear it. Needed it, to be honest. It comforted him, as corny as that sounded. He found it at the bottom and yanked it out, smiling. It was pretty worn, but didn’t have any tears, and because it had been washed so many
