ROWAN
A wave of surprise washes over me at the sight that greets me. There, sprawled out on my bed is Bri. What the f**k is she doing in here? I take a step into the room and a lump forms at the back of my throat.
Bri is putting on nothing but a lace nightwear and absolutely nothing underneath it. The lace hugs her skin beautifully only reflecting her skin from underneath. Even though the lights in the room are turned off save the bedside lamps, I can see half of her breasts hanging out on her cleavage line, and her n*****s tantalizingly peeking through the delicate lace.
I don't mean to stare, trust me, but for some reasons I can not seem to take my eyes off her just yet. Her blonde hair is spread over the pillow underneath her head, shimmering in the dimly lit room. This view of he
