329 Friends with torture

However, to her surprise, Alex retracted his hand and ran his fingers through his hair.

The next second, he sat up and climbed off the bed.

Abi rose, surprised. "W-where are you going?" she asked and Alex glanced back at her over his shoulder.

"The bathroom," he said and headed there, leaving Abi frozen still as she watched the closed door.

Alex leaned his back against the door, throwing his head back as he shut his eyes.

Damn… this was truly getting harder. This was thousand times more tortuous than him jumping into a literal furnace. The worse thing was that he was the one who put himself in this situation.