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Your eyes opened as you woke up, but you immediately shut them again, snuggling into Ethan's pillow beneath your head. You shuffled back, hoping your body would run into his. You shuffled all the way past the middle of the bed, and you still hadn't reached Ethan, so you groaned, rolling over onto your stomach. The bed was empty. You checked the time, and remembered you had made plans to leave for breakfast in an hour.
You stretched your body as you laid in the centre of his bed, all limbs out beside you. You heard the shower running and realized Ethan must have already woken up and started getting ready.
You sighed, curling up in a ball again. After lying still for a few moments, feeling yourself almost falling back to sleep, you realized you should probably start getting ready. You shuffled to his edge of the bed and slipped out from under the covers. You decided to quickly run your flat iron over your hair to save time, but remembered you left it in his bathroom. After stretching again, you padded along the hall, following the sound of the water running, to stand outside his closed bathroom door.
You rapped your hand against the door a few times gently. "E," you called out. Looking down at the ground, you waited in silence for him to reply, but all you heard was the running water. "Ethan," you repeated. Ethan wouldn't mind if you let yourself in. He walked in on you while you were in the shower all the time. All you were doing was going in to get your flat iron, then leaving.
You slid the door to the side, and slipped inside the bathroom. From the corner of your eye, you saw half of Ethan's body, the other half concealed by the frosted glass of his shower. He hadn't noticed you walk in. You headed for the sink, crouching down to open the drawer.
You heard Ethan make a sound, muffled by the noise of the shower and the bathroom acoustics, so you stood, looking through the mirror at him. He had one arm up above his head against the shower wall. You wondered why he was standing like that until your eyes trailed down his back to his opposite hand which was wrapped around his dick.
Oh.
You stood completely still for a few moments, hypnotized by your boyfriend's actions. Although Ethan had his back to you, he was half hidden behind the frosted glass and steam from his shower had partly fogged up the rest of the glass, you could see his arm slowly moving back and forth, and him shuffling on his feet every few seconds. Your insides clenched involuntarily as you watched him.
You blinked and looked down; watching Ethan like this was borderline creepy. You swallowed, reluctantly turning around, and used your knee to push the drawer shut, hitting it much harder than you'd anticipated. It closed with a loud bang, and you winced. Shit.
"Holy fuck!"
You spun around. "Sorry! I'm sorry!"
Ethan's muscles relaxed as he saw you, and leaned back against the shower wall. "Oh my god, y/n," he sighed, lifting a hand to his chest. "You scared the shit out of me."
