Wait for Chelsea

I sat back on the couch, grabbing my phone. It was just a prop though- what I was really doing was listening intently through the bathroom wall. I heard the shower running, then finally stop. She was done. That meant she'd throw aside the curtain, dripping wet... I found myself getting hard just visualizing what was occurring beyond that wall.

There was a long moment of silence. Then I heard Chelsea's muffled voice through the wall.

"Uh... Jason?"

"What's up?" I asked, putting on a casual tone.

"Did you... did you take my towel?"

"What are you talking about?" I played dumb, trying to not sound too amused.

"My towel! My clothes!" I heard her say. "They're gone!"

"I don't know what you're talking about." I replied. "Maybe you forgot to bring them in there?"