Fang
She didn’t sleep and neither did I. Sure, I pretended I was asleep. I purposely kept my breathing low and even against the back of her neck, but every time I actually closed my eyes, my little sunflower would wiggle back a little more.
Her bare ass rubbing up against me.
Either Gypsy was faking being asleep like I was, or the girl was having some seriously horny dreams. Not that I minded either way. I loved the feel of her, even if it was making me have the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.
“Fang?” Gypsy whispered my name into the dark room. Outside, I knew that the sun would be beginning to peek over the horizon, but the blackout drapes kept my room dark and cool.
I hesitated for a second, trying to figure out whether I should answer her or not when she spoke again.
“I
