She Knew I Was Watching Her and She Enjoyed It
She was my best friend’s girlfriend, and she knew exactly what effect she had on me. Every skirt, every neckline was a message meant only for me.
She was my best friend’s girlfriend, and she knew exactly what effect she had on me. Every skirt, every neckline was a message meant only for me.
I was watching her on camera when I called her. She didn’t know I could see her. And yet the two of us ended up doing the same thing at the same time.
I got up at three in the morning because of moans I couldn’t ignore. My mother’s door was ajar, and I stood frozen in the hallway.
The whole village closed its eyes. Rodrigo bored a pea-sized hole in the shutter and pressed his eye to it. He had to see her.
When he suggested we go to the bathroom together, I’d been waiting for him to say it for hours. Rome could wait. What came after couldn’t.