Be my girlfriend, Ronnie

Ronnie's point of view:

Stunned and embarrassed, I quickly stopped what I was doing.

I stood still in the shower, frozen with fear at the thought of being discovered.

My heart started racing, and I shouted, "What are you doing, you creep?!"

I couldn't believe Derek was intruding on my privacy, again.

Suddenly, Derek shot out his hand with a towel.

"Hey, chillax," he said. "You forgot your towel," and he dropped it on the sink near the door and shut it.

I let out a sigh of relief. I had forgotten my towel, and Derek must have seen me going to the bathroom without one and was thoughtful enough to bring me a towel.

But then I cursed myself. I had been so distracted that I had forgotten something as basic as a towel.

And then I felt dirty. I had been masturbating to Derek, and now I felt ashamed of myself.

I pulled at my hair, cursing myself for getting carried away.

Why did I do that? Was I that obsessed with him? What if he had caught me? What would he think of me?

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