HAZEL
I think I lost my will to control myself. I'm sure I lost it all when I set foot in her room. My eyes betrayed me, refusing to leave her body as she spoke and I could feel my throat run dry. Goodness knows that I wasn't hearing a thing she was saying.
Was this a deliberate act to get me all confused? She wasn't any more dressed than how I'd first seen her in front of the door. Why was she wearing a big white T-shirt with nothing underneath? The water from her hair, which was still very wet, trailed down her neck successfully damping the already flimsy material, giving me a show of her n!pples that were hardening due to the cold air and her dark areolas.
Was this a test or something to see if I could control myself around her? I wanted to control myself, I really do, but my body,
