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I only see him when I peek past the first row of lockers, hiding behind it just in case. Baz is the only one left. He's facing me, and for a moment I think I'm done for, but his eyes are closed. He's reaching up to wipe at his forehead with the back of his hand, then wiping that on his uniform. Apparently not satisfied, he reaches for the hem of his jersey and lifts it to dab at his face.
I'm not sure what hits me, but all of a sudden I'm frozen. A triangular section of his stomach is bare now, brightly flushed-- he can't blush much, but he's really red right now, probably a combination of exertion and how hot it was outside. His abs ripple as he rubs the cloth over his forehead, and I find myself watching in a sort of uncontrollable fascination. He's all shiny with sweat, making every angle even more defined and sharp. I can't look away.