Alan pov
I kept watching her until her breathing got slow and even.
Hazel was finally asleep, curled up against my chest in my bed.
My eyes kept drifting down to the way her tank top stretched tight over her t**s, n*****s pressing against the thin fabric.
My c**k was already rock hard just from staring at her like this. I shifted my hips, trying to ignore how bad I wanted her.
She groaned softly and shifted again, face scrunching up like the clothes were bothering her.
“Do you want me to change your clothes for you?” I mumbled, voice low so I wouldn’t wake her fully.
“Mhm,” she answered, half-asleep, barely moving.
I sat up slow and started unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. When the last one came open her t**s spilled straight out, full and soft, n*****s hard from the
