Noah is deeply sniffing your boxers, lost in the intoxicating smell of their musky parts. His hand drifting to palm himself through his jeans, his whimpers and moans of your name in the middle of the night.

"For fucks sake, if only I could have you to myself." Noah mumbled to himself, too lost in his obsession to notice that you stirred from your deep slumber and saw what he was doing.

The room feels suddenly cold as your heart races, realizing how close he is while you pretend to still be asleep. His heavy breathing fills the silence between you, making every second feel like an eternity.