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Connor

I can’t believe how incredibly lucky I am. This girl is unbelievable. She surprises me with something every day. I love the way her lips move. I adore her eyes. The way she looks at me gets me hard in a second. There’s a unique blend of innocence and wildness in her. I wonder what else I’ll uncover.

When she asked me to stay overnight, I hesitated for an instant. Her display back on that balcony nearly made me come in my pants. I didn’t think that was possible. But now, when she’s sleeping huddled against me, and my rock-hard dick presses into her thigh, I feel so, so good. We’re close. Dangerously close. She looks so sweet asleep. The silence of the night is only broken by the beating of her heart. Or mine. I can’t tell anymore. Instead of sleeping, I watch my angel. I stroke her cheek gently. It’s just impossible she’s mine.

I recall images of Abby in her short skirt, so tight against her skin, bringing out every curve. I know she isn’t wearing a bra, and the only thing dividing me from her wet pussy is the fabric of our underwear. Her pussy is so soft, so warm, and so fucking wet—for me and because of me! The very memory makes my cock tingle. It’s crazy for her. No girl has ever made me so euphoric. I haven’t even touched her properly yet, and she makes me like that. Before, I only got hard watching good porn. Never from thinking about a girl. Not to mention one I’ve never seen naked. What the crap is this!? She’s lying next to me, innocent, defenseless, and I can’t stop thinking about stripping her, even if only to be able to take a look. It wasn’t a good idea to stay here. My dick isn’t going to recover for a week!

I don’t catch even a minute of sleep. I just can’t. It’s too much fun to watch this beautiful creature who has turned my brain inside out without breaking a sweat. But what if an ex suddenly pops up? Or someone new who would be able to offer her more than me? Those unsettling thoughts keep assaulting my mind. I need to eliminate anyone who could potentially pose a threat to us being together. I can’t stand the thought that someone, anyone but me, would touch her. Kiss her. I’m going mad! Fuck!

I get up and go out for a smoke. The view from her balcony is awesome—city lights, the sky, and that great open space are the biggest pros of living on the highest floors. For my entire life I’ve always lived on the ground floor. I didn’t know what I was losing out on.

She was so sweet with that birthday present. And I like her glee whenever I come by unannounced. I feel wanted. I feel important. A nice change from my everyday reality.

I come back inside, gently pull away the cover, and slip into the bed. She mutters something in her sleep and turns my way. I look at her for a moment, afraid I woke her, but no—she’s fast asleep. She shifts closer, snuggling against me. I’m instantly hard. My blood rushes. I’m trembling with arousal. We have chemistry. Sexual chemistry. But also, something more. Something deeper. Everything is strange, wonderful, and frightening because it’s out of control. I’m under the dominance of an unknown force.

“Good morning, kitty cat,” I say, seeing her eyes open.

She’s so gorgeous. Her hair is unmade, in disarray, as if she just had good sex. I want to lose myself in her. It’s another side of her that’s to my liking—she doesn’t have to make any effort to look beautiful.

“Good morning, Ve. How was your night?”

“Alright.”

“Did you have some sleep?”

“Yes,” I lie. For some reason I don’t want her to know she’s the reason I didn’t catch any shut-eye. “You?” I ask.

“Yes, I had a great night’s sleep. I felt so safe. As if I had everything I needed to be happy.”

Her words are music to my ears. I kiss her on the brow and brush away a strand of her hair. In my mind, I imagine that every morning looks like this.