…RILEY…
We both froze, hearing the sounds of her footsteps clearly, followed by the door shutting.
Soren’s eyes darted toward the linen closet beside the sink. He gave a quick, silent nod and I moved immediately, nearly tripping over the bathmat, and ducked inside the narrow closet just as I heard a knock on the be bathroom door.
“Babe? You've been there for hours, do you need help?” I heard her ask, softly.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Okay, this isn't going to be funny. I pressed my bare back into the stack of towels, the terrycloth rough against my skin.
Through the crack in the linen closet door, I saw Soren, magnificent and panicked, tie his towel properly, the fabric straining over the thick outline of his c**k. s**t. So damn close.
“Nah. I'm Good." he said casually as
