CHAPTER TEN
Kalen
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I can’t help but watch her.
Her door has been left open a crack and she’s fast asleep in bed, I can still see the curves of her body beneath the sheets.
She reminds me of someone I’ve never met, yet seem to know so damn well.
I take in a shaky breath as she turns on her side, the moonlight coming through the window illuminating half of her beautiful face.
And even though her eyes are closed, I feel like she’s watching me.
Through the gentle curtain of blonde hair that’s now lying so wildly across her cheeks.
Through the moonlit darkness that’s betraying my need to be invisible right now.
Through the sliver of the doorway that I’m trying desperately to hide behind.
I squint into the darkness, peering a little harder at her form and sigh wistfully.
One of her small, perky tits is exposed, having fallen out of her tank top.
I know I’d give anything to touch it.
To touch her,
I can feel my dick slowly starting to strain against my boxers as I run a hand over my face.
Quickly glancing over my shoulder, I make sure that Dalton’s door is still closed before I give myself a tug, then do my best to ignore what’s happening to my body.
But no matter how hard I try, I can’t.
With a deep breath, I slip my hand into the waistband of my boxers, then a little bit farther until I can palm my growing cock.
Eyes firmly planted on her perfect, white breast, rosy, pink nipple, the ravenous need to touch her body overwhelms me and I begin to gently stroke myself.
I can’t remember the last time I felt this way. Maybe once when I got shoved into the girl’s locker room at school and the cheerleading squad was changing for practice.
Seeing all of those tight, toned bodies, some half-naked, others completely bare—I wanted nothing more than to just touch them.
And here I am again, faced with this growing need inside of me and unable to control my urges.
But I can’t.
If I do, she’ll more than likely run away, and then my brother will have to drop out of school to watch Hailey. It wouldn’t be fair to put him in that position.
With a quiet grunt, I snake my other hand into my boxers and squeeze my balls tightly in my palm as I continue to stroke my cock.
A bead of sweat begins to pool on the side of my face as I pull faster, squeeze harder, giving myself pleasure from the pain that I wish I could inflict on her instead.
Then something else starts to happen.
I close my eyes tightly and her name ever so gently rolls off the tip of my tongue through my barely parted lips.
“Luna.”