He gazed at his reflection on the mirror—the running water from the faucet is the only thing that could be heard inside the bathroom. He's only taking a break from a scene with you—one where he got to touch his lips with yours.

He's unaware of the smile slowly creeping on his lips. His hands went to splash water on his face. His mind was clouded by thoughts about you—he wants more of it—the feeling of your lips against his. He feels so conflicted. He knows that he wants you. He's fucked up.