I lay my head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. Is this my life now?Getting hard in seconds, coming in my pants, feeling a lifetime of twitches.I'm worse than a teenager.
Hell, I'm worse than my own teenage self, so much worse. If I could travel back and tell my sixteen-year-old self that one day I'd come in my pants just from the feel of a woman's clothed pussy over my clothed dick and from her moans, he'd give me a disgusted look. I had very high opinions of my dick back then. I still do.
And yet, I came in my pants because of this woman. And it's not even unbelievable. She could make me do anything.How could I ever forget how she fucked with my head right after letting me have the best orgasm of my life?
I look down at the curly mass of red hair, glowing in the morning light. I take a strand of curls, stretch it to make it straight, and then let it go, it bounces back, returning to itsnatural spring. The hair shifts in shades: darker where the light doesn’t reach, blazing red where it catches the sun. I pull the curl again and release it, watching it return to its loose, lively shape.
She stirs in my arms, and soon a pair of glowing blue eyes meet mine. Her pale skin catches the morning light, shining like porcelain. I watch my angel for a few seconds—because that’s all I get—before she shifts away. She looks around, cautious.
“What are you doing here?”
I rest my hands behind my head, smirking. “Can’t you tell?”
She moves further away, crossing her arms. “You slept here?”
I nod, drinking in her confusion.
She clears her throat. “You promised not to touch me. Then why were you sleeping beside me?”
I raise a brow. “And who said I was touching you? From what I recall, it was you who was lying all over me.”
She goes silent, her cheeks flushing red. She lifts her chin. “It’s still your fault.”
I chuckle. She always raises her chin like that when she’s got a point.
“I was sleeping here to avoid sleeping near you,” she continues, stubborn as ever.
I roll onto my side, propping my head on my elbow, eyes never leaving hers. “Too bad. That’s not going to happen. As my wife, you’ll be sleeping in my bed. And if that won’t happen…” I smirk, leaning closer, “I’ll sleep in whatever bed you’re in. After all, I’m a good husband.”
She stands abruptly and walks out. I raise a brow, watching her retreating figure. No comeback, no argument?
Iselyn
I close my eyes, feeling the cool ocean breeze brush against my cheeks, humming softly.
Avi chuckles beside me. “Isn’t San Diego amazing?”
I nod, still with my eyes closed. “I love the air.”
Wen snickers. “Why don’t you tell Leo’s jealous ass that you love air more than him?”
Avi nudges me playfully. “This reminds me, my previous question. What happened last night?”
I open my eyes and clear my throat. “What could have happened?”
Wen slides closer. We’re sitting on the open grassland near the edge of the cliff. Only the three of us remain here; Matleon and Zo are back at the mansion, and everyone else left this morning. Wen will be leaving for her grandpa’s house after her concert, which is a week away.
Wen smirks, her expression uncannily like Matleon’s, same curve of the lips, same sharp tilt of the brow. “There’s something you’re not telling us,” she teases, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“He kissed me,” I admit. They both nod knowingly.
I raise a brow. “You’re not shocked?”
Avi shrugs. “That much is unavoidable.”
Wen adds, “The way he was staring at you at the dining table, I thought he might do more than just kiss.”
I pick at the grass, avoiding their eyes.Well… he did do more than kiss.My heart picks up at the memory.
