I didn't care how this looked anymore. All I knew was I needed to be touched and I was going to get him to do it.
"Dammit," he hissed when he saw me, now completely naked.
My eyes shot down to his dick, hard and poking out from behind the towel. I licked my lips.
"We talked about this, Stace," he said, slamming the door shut behind him, before turning his back on me once more.
"Let's talk about it again," I said, climbing off the bed. "You know what the problem with 'getting past this' is? You can barely look at me, much less talk to me Scott," I said, walking towards the door, where he stood, rooted to the spot.
"You're one to talk. You freak out every time I'm near you. You can't handle me touching your shoulder, then you cling to me for dear life in bed. I'm confused as fuck," he said, turning around to face me.
