The sound of a faucet running a little too close to be coming all the way from the kitchen has my hair standing on end, and not in the pending-orgasm way. Dropping my cock like it’s a live grenade, I grab the shower curtain and pull it back enough to see the rest of the bathroom, praying that my intuition is wrong. That I’m just hearing things, and I’m still alone. But sure as shit, my worst fears are realized. Because there’s Hayes, dressed in a hoodie and jeans with his back to me. Only five feet away…brushing his goddamn teeth. “What the hell, Hayes?” I snap, squeezing the tip of my dick
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