“Is there a washroom?” he asked hoarsely. She blinked, noticing for the first time that he looked rather strained. “A washroom?” she echoed. He nodded stiffly. She pointed to the door leading to the hall. “Out and to the right,” she said. It was hard to believe he needed to relieve himself right after such a thrilling encounter, but who was she to attempt to understand the workings of the male body?
Poor Eloise not knowing the guy's still hard lol
