Chapter 23: Interactions With the Locals 1
FLUSH!
The toilet echoed with the sound of water rushing down.
In the end, he released all the built-up stress the way every man in the universe knew worked—by handling it himself.
After that quiet, shamefully honest moment, a strange state of focus and clarity settled in.
Thoughts turned reflective. He started questioning the meaning of life.
Perhaps the path to enlightenment really does begin in the most undignified places.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, realizing he somehow turned the act of jerking off into some kind of sacred ritual.
There were still bigger problems—like fixing things between them. It's not like he could just rub her the way he did himself and expect it to work... or could he?
'Shit.. sidetracked again. Guess that's the curse of having a brain that never shuts up—always tossing out witty ideas.' he muttered, shaking his head—this time, the one on his shoulders.
Sitting at the front desk, he waited and tried to act like nothing happened, even as he caught her walking from the corner of his eye.
She was dressed, but skipped the bulky princess outfit this time.