Gaven
I shouldn't be here.
That thought is a thin, useless thing, like paper held up against a storm, because my body already chose what to do before my mind could argue. I'm in the corner of her room, pressed into shadow that shouldn't be capable of hiding a man my size, breathing so quietly I can't hear myself at all.
Fern lies in the bed as if she doesn't know how to take up space. She is curled in on herself, shoulders drawn in, knees tucked, as though she can make her body smaller by force of will. The nightgown she wears is plain cotton, but it clings to her anyway. It is caught at her waist and hip, tracing the gentle slope of her stomach and the line of her thigh. It makes me shift awkwardly as my c**k grows hard.
She is underweight.
I can see it even from here. Th
