Nathan couldn’t sleep. It was hot.
The weather was so hot. It was his least favorite time of the year and he wanted it to end as fast as possible.
He laid down on his back with his leg folded against the bed and his hand on his forehead.
He didn’t want to be awake.
No longer than he should. Because he didn’t want to keep having nasty thoughts, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to stroke himself.
He wasn’t s*x-starved.
Nathan closed his eyes as he tried again, but the same pictures that kept taunting him for the whole day came back as soon as his eyes went shut.
How could someone look so beautiful while taking just ice cream?
Does everyone lick ice cream off their lips the way she did?
“f**k,” he cussed as he sat up.
What was wrong with him?
For the whole of the day, it’s been the same thoug
