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She’s not in her bed, but that’s no surprise. From what I’ve witnessed the past few weeks she’s been living with us, Kat prefers passing out on the couch downstairs. Judging from the state her room is in, I’m not surprised.
I step through the bathroom and into Evie’s room, closing all the doors behind me.
It’s pitch black in here with the drapes drawn, but I’ve memorized the layout of her room. I inch over the floor, moving slowly in case she left a pair of shoes or some clothes lying around, and I return her diary to the drawer.
Her quiet breathing never changes. I assume she’s wiped out after tonight’s events. I smile to myself, turning with every intention of heading out the bathroom door again.
But then her phone lights up with a soft buzz, and she rolls over to take it off her nightstand with a muttered, “What?”
I stand still, hoping that to her, I’m just another shadow. She stares groggily at her phone for a moment before turning off the screen and dropping it back on her nightstand. She falls back on the bed, her hands clapped over her face.
I take the opportunity to slide behind the curtains. I can feel the cold night air pressing in against the windowpane at my back, but this old house’s central heating still works just fine. Evie’s room is warm.
My body is pulsing with adrenalin. I haven’t played cat-and-mouse like this since I was a fucking kid. I’m smiling, and I have no idea if I want her to catch me out, or if I want to get away scot-free.
She won’t see me here. As soon as she’s asleep, I can—
Evie groans as she rises to her feet, and I stop breathing when she passes within a yard of me, presumably heading for the bathroom to piss.
She comes back and gets back under the covers. She left the door open a crack. The bathroom light casts a slender rectangle of illumination across her bedroom floor—and over her bed. I’m not sure if it’s on purpose, but it’s probably the reason she can’t get settled. She keeps twisting around, plumping her pillow, pushing hair out of her face, yanking at her clothes.
Eventually, she sits up and pulls her sweater over her head, going back under the covers wearing just a tank top. I watch all of this from the window, a strange thrill coursing through me at watching Evie go about her life without realizing I’m so close.
It feels so wrong. So fuckingtwisted.Debauched.
I love it.
She lets out a soft grunt and goes still. I wait a few minutes to make sure she’s drifted off before heading for the bathroom door. With the light on, all she’d have to do is turn her head and she’d see me silhouetted in the doorway.
I’m barely out from behind the curtain when she rolls onto her back and lets out a low growl. “Fuck you, Owen.”
Shock pumps through my veins. She hasn’t looked in my direction. Did I make a noise? But when she brings her legs up, and I see her hand moving under the covers, I realize she’s not cursingme.It’s what I did to her earlier tonight that’s got her all hot and bothered.
Jesus Christ.
I have a clear view of her bed from where I’m hiding, and she has no reason to hide what she’s doing—thinking she’s alone—so her hand humps up under the covers without a care, despite the glow from the bathroom light falling over her bed.
“Fuck you and your stupid rules,” she mutters softly. Then a soft moan. Her hips start moving, her rhythm changing. “Mmm.Mmm.”
Fuck my life.
This is the purest form of torture I’veeverexperienced. This has nothing on blue balls. I grab my dick through my sweatpants, giving myself a hard squeeze, but it just makes matters worse.
I expect it to be over in seconds, but she’s taking her sweet fucking time.
You should leave.
I almost laugh at the thought. Of course I should, but whythe fuckwould I? I slide my hand inside my pants and grab my dick, slowly stroking my rock-hard shaft.
Evie’s knees drift apart, her hand moving fast, then slow, as she edges herself.
This has gone way past wrong. This is downright fucking criminal.
She changes hands, and then yanks the covers down to her feet like they’re in the way. She’s just wearing panties and the tank top now, and at first, she slides her hand under her underwear, but then that seems to annoy her, and she shoves them down onto her thighs, baring her pussy.
Gripping my dick and bringing myself closer and closer to the edge, I get to watch as she teases herself toward a climax.
Her moans speed up, as does her hand, and I’m just about to come in my fucking pants when she stops. For a moment, I think she’s done, but then she slips her hand even lower, and I realize she’s fingering herself.
