Shaun tries to explain

"What the fuck?" Anna slurred out, furious but still clearly disoriented. "I pass out drunk, so you go and have a wank over me?"

"That wasn't... well that's not exactly what happened!" I tried to defend myself. She was technically right, but it wasn't the entire truth.

"I don't want to hear it," she finished. "Just help me up." I eagerly stepped towards her to help, but she recoiled, looking at my cum-covered hands in disgust. "Nevermind, never- just get out of here."

Holding my hands out in front of me, I awkwardly hobbled out of the room as the shower started again behind me. In the kitchen, I washed the last of my spunk off my hands, and stood around helplessly, not knowing what to do. Had I just ruined my relationship with my housemate? I wondered. Not that things were that great before, but this could really be the final nail in the coffin.

I'd left the bathroom in such a hurry that I was still only wearing the towel wrapped around my waist. I considered finding some more clothes in my room, but I didn't want to be anywhere near that end of the house, in case Anna emerged and thought I was going to violate her again. I sat down on the couch, and let my head fall into my hands as I tried to think of a way this situation could be resolved happily.

Stewing in my self-loathing, I didn't hear the noise from the shower stop, or the footsteps approaching, until Anna's voice spoke right next to me;

"Uh, Shaun? Can we talk?"