I suddenly got up and strode toward the bathroom to empty my bladder, leaving the still laughing Drew. As I walked away from my bed where he's lying. My heart broke into tiny pieces. I hope he would still laugh like that when I told him my feelings.
After I finished pissing, I did my customary ritual every morning in front of the mirror. Washing my face and brushing my teeth. Drew barged inside and go to the direction of the toilet. Since I'm facing the mirror, I can clearly see how he undid his shorts and let his half hard p***s out, but I instantly diverted my gaze, afraid to get caught. But my surreptitious glance didn't remain unnoticed by Drew's swift eye.
"I saw it," he said. I can see the smirk in his voice.
When I looked back at him, instead of his face, my eyes brought me back
