It was hard, lying there, waiting and not touching myself. It felt like Hal had been in the bathroom for a hundred years. I was hard, I kept wiggling, trying to will it down but I could hear it.
The sound of water. The shower.
I was so excited. Ready.
If I sneaked a touch, if I just palmed myself for a bit. Hal wouldn't know. I slowly bring down my left hand and place it on my hard on. I let out a whimper, my teeth digging into my bottom lip to keep back the sound. I was so caught up in the feeling, that I didn't notice the shower turning off and the bathroom door being pulled open.
I did, however, stop when Hal clears his throat. My heart slammed against my chest but I don't look at him. I take my hand off my c**k and place it back above my head.
I heard him walk closer to the bed bu
