Alexander
She's right in front of me, so close I can feel the heat radiating from her body, so close I could reach out and touch her, and yet I don't. I remain still… Because if there's one thing I've learned in life, it's that moving too soon can ruin everything.
Vanessa just ran her finger over my lips, a small gesture, but full of intention. It wasn't accidental, it wasn't innocent. And we both know it.
I watch her in silence. The nightgown she's wearing—one of mine, by the way—falls lightly over her figure. The thin fabric doesn't conceal much. The dim light in the room subtly highlights the curves of her body, suggesting more than it reveals. And I'm not blind… Nor am I a saint.
I notice the tension of her n*****s beneath the discreet transparency of the fabric. The line of he
