(Quame's POV)
I was lying in my bed but had been tossing and turning all night. I looked over at the clock, which read 1:30 am. Mylay has plagued my thoughts since I first laid eyes on her, but it has gotten worse since we came back from our hike. I can't seem to keep my hands off of her. She is so soft, and she smells so good, and that laugh! I want to make her laugh most of the time; the rest of the time, I want to make her c*m.
I sighed as I pulled the cover over my head. I haven't had a good sleep in days, and I am exhausted, but it seems she is all I think of at night. During the day, I made sure to see her at least once. Our touches have become more demanding but still innocent in a sense, and it's driving me wild.
I want all of her so badly, but I know I must be careful. I don't
