I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus again on the TV, but I could barely keep any straight thoughts in my muddled head. The shower was audible though. Just don't think about her naked… water cascading over her soapy, slippery body… Ah f**k.
If asked, I probably would have guessed she was going to come out in a towel and see how well I could resist her again. It was almost surreal; I would have never imagined myself in such a situation… A nineteen-year-old fox living under my roof, seeing if she can make me cheat. And there wasn't anything I could do about it.
Well, when she came out wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, I was genuinely surprised. That's it?
She grabbed some yogurt from the fridge and sank into a chair by the couch. "What'cha watching?"
"Uh- nothing really." What's she up to…?
