Scream For Me

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the guy is your dad

myself as I sit in

d to be doing on a Friday night. Not nutty at all. The truth is that I'm ju

m planning

of people interested in it, and I can't let any of them get it. Just the thought of so

streetlights aren't bright enough to completely illuminate him, but it's enough for me to see his light brown hair and broad shoulders. I watch him walk to his fr

It will look way too obvious. Moving my ass around some more, I try to get comfortable, but

s room. He's talking to somebody on his cell, and oh sweet Jesus, he's taken his T-shirt off. A small groan escapes me when I run my eyes over all tha

ving beneath my skirt. For a brief moment, I remember where I am. Am I really going to do this? Am

y breathing picks up. Ethan has stopped pacing and turned toward the window. I know he can't see me. He's not even looking in my direction, but a thrill shoots through m

I raise the binoculars so I can see his face. The golden stubble on his cheeks, his full, kissable lips, and when

, it looks like I've been doing some heavy making out in here. Nope, good neighbors of Ethan, I've just been fucking myself in my car while parked on your lovel

m. You go nuts! Well, all that's about to change. I'm going to rent this room, and I'm going to make Ethan m

es me sends a shiver of excitement up and down my spine. By the time I get to his door, he's already ended the call and is standing t

so can't help but notice the heat in them, even if he does try to hide it. Very briefly his ey

though. Instead, he brings his eyes back to

you up t

t he'd been wearing and throws it back on. I watch as that g

wn at the other end and tilts his body so he can see me, resting his arms on the side and back of the couch and proppin

eyebrow at

ou about something," I say,

little worried and then adds, "You look