5
LEVI
Charlie was naked. Just on the other side of the door.
If I’d had any decency at all, I would’ve gone to my room and shut the door. Given her some privacy. Instead, I stood in the hallway imagining exactly what she looked like with water running over that beautiful dark skin of hers. I wanted to lick the droplets off her n*****s. Would they be big or small? Her breasts were on the small side—perfectly sized to cup in my palms, of course—but what was the diameter of her actual n*****s?
Why was it so f*****g important that I know?
Why was a stupid question.
Because I wanted to know every damn fact about her. Not wanted, needed.
I needed to learn where every freckle rested, memorize every dimple, crevice, fold. I couldn’t wait to get her on her back moaning my name as she came a
