The next morning, I'm sitting cross legged on the bed with my chin resting on my open palm, waiting for Hercules to come out from the washroom for me to go in myself. I feel his seed still dripping down the insides of my thighs from after he woke me up by bringing me to an orgasm. If he is planning to be my personal alarm clock from today, I think I might just keep over sleeping every morning. With a restful sigh, I pull up the devil’s crisp white shirt that he wore the day before, which I'm wearing now and that smells so much like him, over my stomach. I hum softly as I tenderly caress the skin that’s beginning to stretch and smile when my mind wanders back to last night and what I saw while snooping through Hercules’s phone.
“He’s going to make you two the happiest,” I whisper and look
