"Okay." Henry nodded, taking it all in. He wasn't sure what to say, what he should say. His eyes closed and he shifted. He hadn't made a move for his clothes, and he hadn't tried to cover himself, other than to sit hunched over with his elbows on his knees.
The ache he felt for having stopped the sex actually hurt, and all he could think was how badly he needed to get off. She had to know it, had to know he'd been so close to climax. She must have been close too. And he'd stopped it, stopped before either of them found release.
He wondered if she felt as desperate as he did. He wanted her to go away, or he wanted to slip into the bathroom. Something, anything, so he could finish himself off.