My eyes light up as inspiration sparks.
My little mouse with his own little camera. Hidden.
Just for me.
Oh,fuck.
Yes.
Yessss…
My fingers tighten on the mug for a moment before I let go. I push back from the table so quickly, the liquid sloshes over the side and spills onto the surface. Kaser looks up at me, questions in their dark eyes, brows pulled together in confusion.
“Nah,” I rush out, reveling in the adrenaline pumping through my veins again for the first time in days. “I need to run into town to get some shit.”
“Want some company?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I walk around the table and press a kiss to the top of their shaved head. Kaser leans into the touch, and for a moment, we’re still. The world halts—even our breathing. For a perfect moment. And then, I’m moving away from them and out of the small kitchen in two long strides.
Time to find the perfect camera for a little mouse.
Who knewthere were so many… devices to choose from?
A smirk curls my lips as I peruse the aisle again, skimming each camera with scrutiny until I come across one that I think might work perfectly.
It’s small and square, connects directly to my phone, and doesn’t have a range limit, so I can watch him from anywhere.
The only dilemma is the internet access it needs… but I can figure that out later.
This is the best thing I’m finding, and I don’t want to waste any more time.
I grab the box and take it to the front to purchase. A chunk of change later, I’m walking out of the store with a newfound light in my eyes, visions of my treat already swimmin’ through my head.
Fuck,I can only imagine how perfect he’s gonna be.
The trip to Grosse Pointe takes half an hour too long, and by the time I make it to Madison’s place, my blood is pumping heavy in my veins, and I swear my dick has never been harder.
The anticipation of this…breaking into his house, his room.Seeing it for the first time without him. Invading his privacy like this…
Fuck.I’m gonna come in my pants.
I park a few blocks away like I always do and grab the box. I spend the next twenty minutes getting it set up and synced to my phone so I can have the live feed. The internet issue I’m hoping I can solve while I’m inside… like them having it written down somewhere would be cool.
But before I know it, I’m out of the car and makin’ my way to the house. The sidewalk is devoid of anyone, seeing as this is a campus town and everyone’s most likely in class. Which bodes well for me, I hope.
I tuck my hands into my pockets and swing my head to the side to brush my hair away from my face. It’s chilly enough out that my jewelry is cold, so I fidget with it on my way up their sidewalk to the front door.
My heart is hammering against my sternum.
I take a quick glance around, eyes wide as I turn my head.
There’s no one around, but it almost feels like there’s someone watchingme.
It’s eerie.
As I place my hand on my chest, I wonder if this is whattheyfeel when they’re being chased.
If so, this is fucking amazing.
