So, I kept following her around in between her classes. I watched from a distance as she sat in the little coffee shop with Cole and had their weekly catchup and then followed her back to her dorm when she was done for the day.
It didn’t feel right to just leave her like that, soooo I kinda, maybe, sorta, climbed up the fire escape and now I’m looking into her window from the rickety as fuck metal platform.
She has curtains covering the window, but I can still see through a small crack.
By the time I’d come to the decision to watch her more and climbed up here, she’d already changed into her pajamas before lying on her bed with her sketchpad and pencil in hand.
I don’t know what she’s drawing, but I know that whatever it is, it’ll be amazing. I’d love nothing more than to be beside her right now, watching her as she brushes the tip of the pencil across the page. But that’s not in the cards for today, unfortunately.
For now, I’m content to just watch her from here.
God, she’s beautiful.
She’s taken her makeup off and thrown her hair up in a messy bun, and fuck if it isn’t a sight to behold.
It’s rare that I get to see her like this, since she’s usually so put together for the public. Gracie grew up the way I did, always having to be careful and make sure that she does and says the right thing.
But damn if she doesn’t look so much better like this. Not that she doesn’t always look perfect because she does, but like this, she’s just Gracie. She’s just herself, and what I wouldn’t give to be lying beside her and playing with the loose tendrils of hair falling from her bun…
She shifts on the bed, and I test my weight against the railing behind me before settling against it.
I think I’ve found my new favorite spot to watch her from, though it’s risky as hell coming up here. And not just because the old thing could give way at any moment, but because literally anyone in this building or the next could look out of their window and see me.
Guess it’s a good thing I thought ahead and wore my mask.
When she first moved into the dorm, the guys and I kitted her place out with a full security system which would have normally alarmed one of us that there was someone out here. Luckily for me, I have access to the server and was able to block the sensor before it would send a notification to anyone.
She shifts again, this time with a look of irritation crossing her pretty features as she stares at the page. Did she make a mistake?
Just as the thought crosses my mind, she throws it onto the bed with a visible huff and rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling.
Her mouth starts moving and I realize she’s saying something, though unfortunately, there’s no way for me to hear her.
What’s wrong, little one?
I want to text her and ask, but I’m keeping the new burner under wraps for right now and will text her when I feel like she needs me to—I don’t want her blocking my new number straight away.
I try to figure out what she’s saying from the way her lips are moving but it’s a fruitless talk, all I can gleam from the way she’s acting is that she’s clearly frustrated and I wish I could find a way to ease her irritation.
Just when I think she’s about to leap up from the bed and do something to occupy her time other than sketching, she surprises the hell out of me by cupping one of her tits while rubbing her face with the other.
Once she pulls the hand away from her face, it’s as though she’s completely washed away any and all frustration she was feeling and instead is just giving into the pleasure that she’s giving herself.
Is she thinking about me?
Is that why she was so irritated? Is she warring with herself between being sensible and keeping me blocked or giving into me, giving into the pleasure that she knows I can give her?
I’d love to think so.
Her hand slides from her chest and down her stomach, teasing the waistband of her shorts before slipping her hand inside.
Oh, fuck yes.
I shift my weight and grab my cock through my slacks, squeezing to try and ease the growing ache as I watch her.
Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking gorgeous right now. Her fingers move under her shorts, clearly circling her clit. Now all I need her to do is get undressed and give me arealshow.
Would she continue if she knew I was watching? I guess I can only hope.
