Julian West
She had the most adorable ass. Damn!.
I swear, the only reason I wasn't having a hard on was because my brain was too scrambled to send blood cells down south. The chaos in my head must have exhausted all my nerves. I stood there, stuck-staring like a perv. The entire alarm was off in my head as I tried to initiate my movement, get myself out before it became too obvious that I was blatantly staring, yet I stood there, not putting a stop to it when I wished I could. I merged my last bit of conscious control, slapping my hands over my eyes with the pressure of a few seconds delay. Those seconds felt like years. The more I could feel her staring at me, the worse the wave across my face was. I knew at some point I needed to leave.
So I turned around. “It's okay.” I heard her
