"In, I guess."

I'm sure it had to do with the booze, but it had more to do with his cock. I close the door behind myself.

He takes a few more swipes with the razor and rinses his face. He wipes off the water and tosses the towel on the sink before looking at me again.

"Are you just gonna stare at it? I can't suck itself, babe." He's glaring at me like I'm an idiot for not dropping to my knees in front of him. I'm wanna tell him to fuck off, but I kind of feel like an idiot for not.

I take a few steps forward and put my hands on Chris's chest. I lean in to kiss him.