Shylan spent the night at Kyle's house. She smiled when he wrapped his arms around her and sighed when his lips touched her mouth. They were more alone than they had been in days. Kyle knew that it was best if they were left alone because she could be noisy when she wanted to be. He knew how to make Shylan scream and he made damn sure that he did that night. Her Clozaril medication heightened her sexual tension. It was no surprise that all she ever wanted to do was sleep with someone. Kyle was relieved when he was with her when she felt this way. When they were younger she had been with anyone in her range because she couldn't control her feelings. She still doesn't know how to control them but if he can stay close to her, it eliminates a stranger and the next day trips to free clinics to get checked. He's done that will Shy more times than he can count as well. And while she doesn't remember most of those nights because of her drug use, he hopes she remembers the nights she's with him.
Shylan couldn't sleep. She turned on the radio and began to dance around in her underwear and a tank top. Kyle danced around her having fun. It was too dark for him to notice her dilated pupils but he figured she had to have taken something to be this jubilant. He grabbed her body and pulled her close. His fingers grazed the top of her lace panties. Her hands hung loosely around his neck. He pushed his fingers farther and farther down her panties while she sighed at each passing. Shylan moved her hips around Kyle physically feeling how much of an effect she had on him.
"You tired yet?" Kyle asked her.
"You know I'm not." She turned around to face him. Shylan pulled him back down onto his bed. Shylan straddled Kyle. She slipped her delicate fingers under his shirt pulling it up over his head. She slipped her own tank top off and rubbed her chest against him. She giggled spreading her body out over his. He grabbed her slim body and pulled her closer.