One day later,
Thursday,
14 February, 2019.
6:08㏘.
MORGAN MILTON.
MY eyes were trained on my laptop as I tried to stay focus on the project I was working on.
“Morgan, there you are!”. Brooke shouted as she walked up the stairs to the pool house.
“Brooke, I'm kinda b---”.
“How do I look?”. She asked cutting me off. “Does this jeans make me look more fat?”. She was dressed in a snug fitting blue jeans and a red bodice front swimming pant tucked into the jeans and white sneakers her curly hair under a baseball cap.
She looks f*****g beautiful.
I looked away, turning back to my laptop. She kept looking at herself turning around, just looking at herself, showing those gorgeous hips and ass. I shook my head, why am I thinking about her
