Thankfully, the bathroom, and the hallway outside it, was empty. Foreman shut the door and went straight to the sink, forgetting even to lock the door behind him. Adrenaline surging through him in reaction, making his hands shake like he'd stayed up all night on bad coffee. He gripped the sides of the sink, his head bent, not seeing anything. He took deep breaths and tried to shove aside any thoughts about what he'd just done. His erection throbbed, reminding him with each beat of his heart exactly what he'd walked away from. Fuck, maybe he shouldn't have. A few more seconds and he'd have come. Joined Amber in afterglow, instead of running out like a fucking coward. Like he couldn't face the consequences of what he'd started. Foreman squeezed his eyes shut. Shit. Shit. His cock brushed against the lip of the counter, and he grunted in pain--he was too oversensitive for any rough contact.
How could he face Amber now? Walk back into the dining room like nothing had happened--too fucking dishonest. He knew that. He'd gotten another chance and he was in the middle of screwing it up. Tendons stood out on his knuckles as he tightened his hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, his shoulders knotting. He didn't even want to look up at his own reflection in the mirror. Jerking off would be stupid, even more adolescent than the game they'd been playing under the table. Hiding out in the bathroom to wait out a hard-on like a fucking kid. It wouldn't feel good, even if he managed to bring himself to orgasm. He'd have to wait. Apologize, if Amber was even still waiting for him when he went back.
Before Foreman could even think about what tomorrow would be like at work if she wasn't, the door jerked open. Foreman squared his shoulders and stood up, expecting a guy looking for the washroom, but a glance in the mirror made him freeze. Amber was looking at him like he was a bug--like a bug she intended to exterminate. Foreman swallowed and tried to get his expression under control. He felt even more like an idiot, but he wondered if she'd locked the door, or if someone would walk in and overhear this, too. He darted a glance at his own reflection and pressed his lips together before he turned to face her. All he could be was honest. "I've never been here before," he said quietly, keeping his gaze assertive--stating a fact--even though his words weren't as steady as he wanted.
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How could he face Amber now? Walk back into the dining room like nothing had happened--too fucking dishonest. He knew that. He'd gotten another chance and he was in the middle of screwing it up. Tendons stood out on his knuckles as he tightened his hands on the cool porcelain of the sink, his shoulders knotting. He didn't even want to look up at his own reflection in the mirror. Jerking off would be stupid, even more adolescent than the game they'd been playing under the table. Hiding out in the bathroom to wait out a hard-on like a fucking kid. It wouldn't feel good, even if he managed to bring himself to orgasm. He'd have to wait. Apologize, if Amber was even still waiting for him when he went back.
Before Foreman could even think about what tomorrow would be like at work if she wasn't, the door jerked open. Foreman squared his shoulders and stood up, expecting a guy looking for the washroom, but a glance in the mirror made him freeze. Amber was looking at him like he was a bug--like a bug she intended to exterminate. Foreman swallowed and tried to get his expression under control. He felt even more like an idiot, but he wondered if she'd locked the door, or if someone would walk in and overhear this, too. He darted a glance at his own reflection and pressed his lips together before he turned to face her. All he could be was honest. "I've never been here before," he said quietly, keeping his gaze assertive--stating a fact--even though his words weren't as steady as he wanted.