He stepped back further. Ryan's eyes fluttered up, confused as to why Adrian was retreating and watching as he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.
"Take care of that boner yourself," Adrian said, wiping his fingers. "I'm sure you learnt how to do it in this little moment."
The confusion grew on Ryan's face, his breaths were shaky and uneven, his mind struggling to keep up with Adrian's shift.
Adrian moved forward again. "Now, if you wouldn't mind," he whispered, placing his hands on Ryan's shoulders and pushing him aside. He pulled the door open and walked out, looking collected like nothing just transpired in that room, leaving Ryan standing there and dazed with every evidence written all over him.
Ryan remained frozen, the cold reality of Adrian's dismissal stinging worse than the intrusion. He looked from the door to the mess Adrian had left him in, then down to his trembling hands
