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Creeping inside, I shut Fiona’s door gently and make my way back to her bed, discarding my slacks and dress shirt before climbing under the pink comforter. The sheets are cool against my broken body, and when my head hits the pillow, I’m overcome with the sudden urge to just sleep.

The tension in my shoulders uncoils slightly as I situate my head on the mattress, dropping the pillow on my face and doing my best to regulate my breathing. Fiona’s body heat surges toward me as she rolls over, mumbling something in her sleep.

I’ve just started to fall under when the bed dips, her shuffling bringing her closer until she throws a leg around my waist and shimmies forward. Her cunt, separated from me by only a thin pair of cotton shorts and maybe panties, feels like an open flame to my skin, torching the area of my hip it’s pressed up against.

My hands grip the pillow over my face, applying pressure until I can’t breathe at all, and then I toss it off the side, guilt and arousal declaring war inside my chest as I stare up at the ceiling.

She’s asleep, so I shouldn’t engage, even though my dick is pleading otherwise.

Her dad’s downstairs, her mother and brother likely asleep in this very hall.

She’s eighteen.

But even as my brain tries to talk me out of it, one of my hands inches toward her calf, desperate to know if the skin is as soft as it looks. A small gasp falls unbidden from my lips as my fingers curl around the defined muscle, squeezing gently. She lets out a little moan, her breath caressing the side of my face.

My dick jerks in my boxers, and I reach down to adjust myself so she doesn’t wake up and feel how hard she makes me.

Heart racing, I move her leg up so she’s flush against me, sweat beading along my hairline at our proximity. Like I’m some virginal, prepubescent child with a crush.

A blinding flash of pain ripples through my head, exploding behind my eyes, and I succumb to the darkness before I have a proper chance to revel in how fucking right it feels to have Fiona in my arms.


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