Ryder
I eased my leg over the balcony and crept the last few inches to Geneva Levine’s window. Darkness blanketed the estate. A few lights gleamed in other windows, but they were all downstairs.
Voices drifted from the back of the house, but that was it. I had the place to myself, but my attention remained riveted on the scene inside Geneva’s bedroom.
She stood before her dresser in a beautiful pink lace bra and panty set. She twisted this way and that, studying herself in the mirror. My heart stopped in my chest, and I held my breath when she slid her hand up her stomach and started fondling her own breast.
God Almighty, she was beyond hot! She looked a thousand times better now than she did at the funeral. Her long, dark hair scattered over her perfect body, and her underwear set off
