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It's so feather-light at first that I'm not sure I've touched her at all, until I feel her like velvet beneath my fingers. I have to stifle the groan that tries to crawl its way out of my throat by biting my fist, which I've wrapped around the blade.
I don't dare look away from her face, studying it for the slightest indicator that she's about to wake. But her face remainsimpassive, so I don't remove my hand, letting her adjust to the weight of it on top of her pussy before I slip a finger downward.
A sweet sound comes from the back of her throat, and her lashes flutter, but I remain completely still, frozen with my thumb pressed against her hot slit.
She's wet. I don't know how normal it is, but that temptation makes it so much harder to retreat. I skate a finger along the seam, enjoying the way her wetness increases for me, like her body is inviting me in. It's an invitation I want to accept— an invitation I nearly do. But even through the obsession that's clouded my judgement, I know it would be wrong. Morally reprehensible. Illegal. Something she may never forgive me for if she found out. And as much as I want to risk it for the literal biscuit, the release it would give me isn't worth losing her forever.
I don't dare push inside, not wanting to see how far I can take it before she wakes up screaming. Instead, I channel every cell of my body into the tip of my thumb, enjoying the way a little sound comes from the back of her throat, something like pleasure, and it's my undoing.
I press my fist against my mouth again to stifle my groan as I come in my pants, my hot seed spilling inside my boxers. I don't even have the shame to feel bad about it, because if it's this fucking amazing when all I'm doing is touching her, what will it be like when I finally fuck her?
I drop the blanket back in place, taking a moment to be sure she's still before I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck her faint juices off of me.
The groan slips out of my throat when I taste her against my tongue, warm and silky. The flavor is divine— it's delicate and sweet, just like her.
I freeze as Marley turns, drawing the blanket up to her shoulders. Her eyes don't open, but I can sense that she's not as deep in sleep as she was a mere minute ago.
I tiptoe to her door backwards, pausing when I get to the threshold and look back to see her sleeping so peacefully, entirely unaware of how vulnerable she is.
IfIcould let myself in and do what I wanted to her so easily, anybody can. It's a horrible thought, one that puts a twist in my stomach as I decide I'll have to just keep watching her to ensure that no one harms her.
"You're safe." I promise in a whisper. "See ya soon, Marley."
9
Marley
Iwakeupinmore pain than I went to bed in. The Excedrin PM I took worked fast... and it worked well, apparently. The headache started as soon as I left Tripp and Rev behind, my entire body tense with irritation, which surely set off the killer tension headache I couldn't tolerate for a second longer. By the time I popped my fourth Excedrin PM, because the first two didn't seem to work, I was ready to lose my mind. I got in the shower to let the water soothe some of the ache and barely made it out of the bathroom before I passed out. I don't even remember getting dressed last night before I crashed, though I clearly did manage to do that.
Unfortunately, it feels like I didn't move a muscle from the time I laid in the bed, because while my headache is gone, my body is stiff and sore. I stretch, arching my back and letting the tension slip slowly away as I try to remember what day it is. "Morning sunshine."
I almost pee myself at the voice, which tells me I am not alone, like I thought I was. I sit up quickly and blink the last of the sleep from my eyes so that Audrey comes into clear focus.
"What are you doing here this early?" I shriek, placing a hand over my chest to still my frantic heartbeat.
"Early?" Audrey laughs. "It's almost noon. You weren't answering my texts, so I decided to come see what you were doing. Drooling into your pillow, by the looks of it." She laughs, indicating the wet spot on the bed.
I groan, rolling my neck to ease some of the stiffness. "I took Excedrin PM. Apparently, I slept like the dead."
"You always do." Audrey laughs. "The first time I stayed over, I figured that out. I could hold an entire wrestling match over your unconscious body and you'd never so much as bat an eyelash."
"What?" I laugh at the absurdity. "You're weird."
"Coming from you." She snorts, rolls her eyes, and opens my closet door before I can ask her what that's supposed to mean. "What are you wearing tonight?"
"Tonight?" I ask, still not entirely sure what day it is.
"The football game." She says it like she's offended that I've forgotten. And to be fair, it's her first game she'll be cheering. Which means I get to sit in the stands myself while I watch my favorite guys laying it all on the field and my best friend on the sidelines. "I was hoping I could borrow something." She holds up a black top against her chest, angling in front of the mirror, and then throws it over her shoulder before going for another. I don't bother trying to stop a laugh.
"You want to borrow clothes from me? Won't you be in uniform?"
"Yeah, for the game." She rolls her eyes. "Not for the afterparty at the pier."
"Afterparty?" I frown, having no knowledge of any such event.
"Didn't Jake tell you?" She glances over her shoulder to appraise me. "I told him to tell you. Pierce Crawford and I planned it all in Gym Class the other day. If we win, we'll celebrate our victory. And if we lose, we'll drown our sorrows."
"At the pier? An hour away?"
