His hands that were resting on your hips, moved to unbutton your shorts, he managed to slip them out, a little clumsy due to his adrenaline and desire. He couldn’t help but feel all hot and bothered, that’s why you were here, after all.

When he was about to take your underwear, he looks up at you. Noticing the way your eyebrows were furrowed, and how you had that empty look in your eyes showed that you weren’t even there, as if you were dissociating or lost in your thoughts.

“Hey,” He calls softly, yet firmly. His hands come to rest on your hips again, when you don’t answer, he calls again. “Hey, fucking look at me.” He said, his voice finally snapping you out of your own bubble.