“I–I’m sorry… I thought…” My eyes flicker to his cock again, and I lose all coherency. “I thought I heard my name.” I bite my cheek, allowing myself one last glance as I slowly step through the threshold of the bathroom, but before I can shut the door, I hear him softly murmur, “You did.” I lift my head to meet his gaze. “What?” He doesn’t shy away. “You did,” he says, louder this time. “You did hear me say your name. The name I’ve been moaning every time I fuck my fist for the last ten years.”
