Layers Deep
“A blend of the expensive alcohol floated in the air. The half-empty bottle reflected orange light. He must hand come home some time ago. For a moment, I didn’t recognize Tristan. His hair was much shorter and crow-black just like mine. He wore blue contacts, the same shade as the ones Emma had given me. For whatever reason he’d left his parents’ house early, it couldn’t have been to his liking.
Only one thing could change his mood now, or at least make him forget whatever was troubling him.
His breaths were deep. As soon as the door opened he devoured my every single move, stripping me naked with his gaze. I removed my shoes and strolled to the plush carpet at the foot of the couch without saying a word. A flex under his pants signaled his need.
The way he scanned my body from the bottom up felt like his fingers were already exploring my skin. Yet we were still more than five feet apart. I stepped a little closer. A deep rumble sounded from where Tristan was sitting. He downed the las...t gulp of his scotch and set the glass down onto the side table.MoreLess
Only one thing could change his mood now, or at least make him forget whatever was troubling him.
His breaths were deep. As soon as the door opened he devoured my every single move, stripping me naked with his gaze. I removed my shoes and strolled to the plush carpet at the foot of the couch without saying a word. A flex under his pants signaled his need.
The way he scanned my body from the bottom up felt like his fingers were already exploring my skin. Yet we were still more than five feet apart. I stepped a little closer. A deep rumble sounded from where Tristan was sitting. He downed the las...t gulp of his scotch and set the glass down onto the side table.MoreLess
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