Sinclair
Long lashes flutter, revealing the cerulean depths that have ensnared my thoughts. As a wet, golden strand of hair tickles her nose, her delicate fingers instinctively sweep it aside, those perfectly sculpted lips parting in a sigh that brushes against the edges of my consciousness.
My gaze remains fixed, eyes tracing every contour of her form, tracking every movement.
She is unaware of my presence. She'd cursed me to hell if she knew I was watching her wipe the water off her naked body, but how could I not when she is the epicenter of my obsession?
I'm perched on the rooftop of the home opposite hers. If she cared enough to look out the window, she'd find me. I'm almost tempted to toss a rock into her room to announce my presence. She looks quite fetching when she's mad.
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