Creeping out of bed, she made her way to the window. Staying low, on her own perverse surveillance mission, her arms scraped along the low pile carpet, but unaware of any carpet burns she kept her mind in the game. If he was in his bedroom now, perhaps he was dressed in silk pyjamas that hugged his bulging muscles. Or maybe he was naked.
Perhaps he slept naked.
The thought sent a bolt of pure pleasure through her core, and she moaned as the image of him covered with only his guitar was seared into her mind. Reaching the window, her hand trailed up the wall, finding the switch for the bedroom light. She turned it off, using the inky darkness to her advantage. Bracing her hand against the window ledge, she pulled herself upwards, heart crashing in her chest as she dared to peer into his we
