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When I’m done, I put them back in the right place on the shelves, and head through the living room to go up the backstairs and check on Jaxon.
The soft glow of the nightlight stuck in the wall for Jaxon reveals a silhouette on the couch, and as I get closer, I realize Breanna is curled up, peacefully asleep. I hesitate for a moment, observing her serene expression.
One arm flung over the side of the couch so that her fingers almost touch the carpet, and one of Jaxon’s huge blankets he uses to make tents is covering most of her.
The bed I provided for Breanna is just down the hall – a comfortable space where she could sleep undisturbed. Yet, here she is, opting for the couch instead. A flicker of curiosity mixed with a hint of frustration crosses my face.
Why would she choose to sleep here when she has the option for a private bedroom? Was she hoping I might see her, and… want her?
I freeze, like any movement might wake her even though I was just shuffling around in the kitchen without it affecting her sleep at all.
As I study her, something else stirs within me– a sudden, unexpected attraction. Breanna looks so perfectly peaceful, her features softened in the gentle light, and an inexplicable longing tugs at me. I’m captivated by the graceful curve of her neck, the way her hair spills across the cushions, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
I take a step back, torn between waking her and letting her sleep.
An unbidden thought enters my mind – what would she be like if she were awake? The tension between us, the subtle animosity, transforms into an unspoken desire, catching me off guard.
Now that Breanna isn’t awake to judge my desires, the thoughts run rapidly through my mind.
I try to shake off the heart-racing thoughts of touching Breanna, reminding myself of our complicated relationship and the boundaries that should be maintained. Yet, as my imagination runs wild, I can't help but picture what it would be like to wake her with a gentle touch or to lean in for a kiss.
What might happen after that?
The temptation lingers.
Breanna shifts, and I’m sure she’s about to sit up and question me for staring at her, but the yellow blanket with teddy bears on it shifts lower.
Now, I can see her breasts clearly through the thin fabric, and I feel my erection slowly rising to attention. The blanket clearly covers her lower half, but my mouth has gone dry now.
There are so many things this slee-depraved mind wants to do to her body.
I’m not thinking clearly as I slowly reach into my pants and rub my hand up and down my shaft, groaning as I imagine touching Breanna.
First, I would kiss her earlobe, then nibble my way down to the neck of her shirt. Her shirt wouldn’t stay in place for long because my other hand would be busy ripping it off. Then, I would grab those heavy breasts, one by one licking them and nibbling at them until they were mine.
And after that, I’d move down lower.
My mind races as these thoughts now run through my head, and I make no attempt to control them.
Breanna shifts again, and then she does sit up. She does it so slowly, that I’m not sure what I’m imagining and what is really happening.
The tiny light seems to make her breasts glow. It’s hard to look away from them, my tiredness shucking away my self-control.
She has to see my erection. It would be impossible not to. I’m stuck between moving closer to her and running upstairs as she blinks at me, stretching her arms high above her head.
Chapter nine
Breanna
Isit up, immediately brought back to the present by the feel of someone’s eyes on me. At first, I thought that Jaxon must have woken up and come to find me, question where his dad is and…
But no. It’s Harrison himself.
Based on the darkness still filtering through the skylight high above, it must be early morning. But strangely, I don’t feel sleepy.
I’m suddenly wide awake.
I stretch, then turn, finally making eye contact with Harrison.
