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Little surprise update before I go to bed (it's almost midnight here, in the UK), just because it's short.
Apologise to your OHs on my behalf for the last chapter —not really. I'm not sorry lol. Some of you girls are rabid! I love it!
Until tomorrow ...
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Cheer practice is long and my body aches. I can feel the bruises forming on my hips from the strong hands that threw me into the air.
When I get home, I strip off, examining my body in the mirror, frowning as the marks begin to appear, marring my skin like little purple clouds of masochism. I need to relax and unwind.
And there's only one thing on my mind right now...
It doesn't take me long to get myself off in the shower; remembering his touch between my legs, the bright green of his eyes, his strong shoulders as they flexed with his subtle movements, and the flecks of gold in his hair, highlighted by the sun that shone through the window.
What I'd do to pull on his hair.
I bite my lip, hearing his shallow breaths, the sound of his voice in my ear.
Walking back into my room, already in my pajamas, my attention is drawn to the window, to my view. He's there —like always— sitting on the roof, smoking a cigarette. It's dark outside, but I can see him, feel him as I get ready for bed. This time, I don't put on a show before turning off the light. For now, I'm sated.
I hope he's disappointed. I hope he's furious.
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Do we think he witnessed her shower fun?
Jemster23 is my Ride or Die.