Her smile tells me that I’ve completely won her over. I smirk. And everyone says Yulian is the one with charm.
The moment the door shuts, I head upstairs to the third floor. Number Thirty-Four beckons. It doesn’t take me long to jimmy the lock and let myself in.
It’s always interesting to step into another person’s private space with no one else present. You see the little knick-knacks they’ve gathered, the detritus of a life much different than yours. You see what they love and what they neglect. You see where they sit, where they eat, where they sleep. It’s intimate. The kind of thing that can make your heart soften.
In Jessa’s case, it makes my c**k throb.
A pair of fluffy flip-flops sit by the foot of the sofa. There are a few books stacked on the two shelves that flank the TV unit
