Pretend to be asleep.

Your whole body stiffens under the sensation of unwanted attention. You try to **** yourself to relax and look asleep, while purposely breathing deeply.

"Hey, buddy," you hear Jeff whisper above you. Shit. Shit. Shit. His creepy texting voyeur thing has never crossed into face-to-face contact. You were worried this day would come.

You remain still, hoping he'll leave soon.

"Hey, buddy. C'mon. Show me your gorgeous ass," he rasps a bit louder than before. You groan lightly and roll slightly away from him, hoping to indicate an annoyance at being woken. "Buddy... c'mon..." the desperation in his voice almost inspires a bit of sympathy, but his boyfriend, your good friend, is in their bed in the next room. You resume your fake deep breathing.

After a few more moments, you hear footsteps trailing away and the bathroom door close.

Bullet dodged. In the morning, you can go back to pretending none of this stuff ever happens, as usual.

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