If he had morning wood before this just made it worse; Brand swallowed hard with Miya so close to him, and when she left he let out the breathe he hadn't realized he was holding. Trind was stunned, just staring at him, and to be honest, he felt the same way.
After getting dressed, Trind wore a pair of light blue jeans, a long white camisole with a light blue cardigan over it; her hair pulled back into a loose pony tail. "Alright! Are you ready yet, Brand?" Brand had been in the bathroom for awhile now (going on 45 minutes) and she was beginning to be worried.
Right before Trind had called his name, he finished himself in the shower, his whole body quivering from the intense sensations of an orgasm. He placed a hand on the steamy walls of the shower and breathed through his mouth. A little later he came out clad in some acid washed jeans he had had forever, a plain white T-shirt and of course, his suede jacket. Trind spotted him and rolled her eyes, "It took you that long to do that?!" Brand looked offended... comically of course.