Lost in a haze of desire and confusion, Ryley surrendered to the overwhelming sensations, allowing himself to be carried away by the Alpha's touch.
Ryley's reverie finally ended at the echo of knocking on the bathroom's door, pulling him back to reality from the passionate moment he had just shared with the Alpha.
"Mr. Ryley? Is everything alright?" Greg's concerned voice filtered through the door.
Ryley's heart raced as he struggled to compose himself. "I…I'm fine!" he stammered, his voice betraying his inner turmoil. "C-Can you get me a change of clothes, please?"
"Understood," Greg replied promptly, his voice steady despite Ryley's evident distress. "I will leave it on top of this drawer over here."
"T-thank you so much!" Ryley managed to choke out, relief flooding through him as he heard the echoes of Greg's distancing footsteps.
