16
AARON
The. f**k.
I halted mid-step outside the locker room entrance.
Some massive asshole stood chatting it up with Ezra, giving him more than a once-over. My gaydar clanged in my damn head loud as hell, and a possessive urge to flatten the asshole for talking to my Ezra fisted my hands at my sides.
Not my Ezra.
“Fuck.” I clenched my jaw and observed from a distance…watching, reading body language and facial expressions, my entire body tensed and ready to spring at the first sign of trouble.
The dark-haired giant hovering over Ezra looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him. Brand new to the gym—I’d never seen him there before—and definitely not someone I would have hooked up with in my past.
I didn’t go for intimidating guys who would tower over my almost six feet and make me fe
