“Oh yeah, what’s the problem?” he asks, obviously not caring what the answer will be. xxx video “Why are you such a bitch this morning?” His words, spoken from just outside the door, slap me in the face, bounce off the mirror and punch me in the chest. He can’t see that I’m doing a little brow maintenance as he bangs on the shower glass, so he swings the door open – flooding the room and my mirror with steam. He’s stopped singing, but he’s still humming something. He pauses in the entry to the shower and rubs himself some more with the towel – and the gaze I feel from his eyes is so obvious, it’s almost painful. I lean past the door’s molding to see where he is and he’s right there, still naked,




















