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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿

KANE

JANUARY 27th, 2018

MY FINGER TRAILS the streak of light creeping from the blinds on her cheek, a smile on my face, body calm and relaxed.

Never felt any better. Fuck me.

I sigh, refraining from waking her up and telling her exactly how I feel. Making sure she knows exactly how much she makes me crazy. How my heart beats for her and only her.

She doesn't want anything to change, Kane.

I want to wake her up and beg. Beg she wants to give us a chance. Beg for forgiveness because I made her see me with them girls. Beg, beg and beg. I don't give a fuck, I'd get on my knees for her any day.

All she has to do is ask.

Isabelle lies on her stomach, face turned towards me, arms tucked under the pillow, soft snores leaving her mouth. Reaching behind me blindly, not taking my eyes off her, I take a picture, more than one, and watch her sleep. Not in a creepy way.

There is not a not creepy way when watching someone sleep.

The white sheets are wrapped around her upper body, only leaving her naked shoulders on display. She tied her hair up into a high ponytail, complaining she was sweaty last night but was too lazy to have a shower.

I would have ran in right after.

She stirs, face scrunching up and mumbling inaudible words. Izzy yawns, squinting when she opens her eyes, the sunlight shining directly in her eyes, highlighting the gold specs in her honey eyes.

A fucking masterpiece.

I can stare at her all day and not get bored. Watching her watch TV isn't even boring. Anything she does, I'll always have my eyes on her. Consciously or unconsciously. They always lead back to her.

All roads lead to her.

She stares at me from one eye, the other is smushed into the pillow, hiding half her face, smiling softly and mumbling, "Good morning."

"It's always a good morning with you."

"Fuckin' flirt."

Izzy rolls her eyes, yawning and adjusting her face on the pillow, slowly leaning her body on her side, letting the sheets fall and reveal an eyeful of her breasts.

My morning wood is energetic as fuck.

I suck in a sharp breath, hand leading down and fisting my dick, keeping my eyes on her. Izzy bites her lips, shuffling slightly closer, eyes dilating, filling with lust when she notices what I'm doing under the sheet.

"What are you doing?" She flutters her eyes, shuffling around slightly.

"Take a look." I grunt out, eyes turning black when she reaches a hand out and pulls the covers away, mouth parting with a gasp, hand hovering near my dick.

"Need help?" Izzy leans up on one elbow, letting the covers fall, displaying her perky tits, her nipples hard and pointy. I chuckle, eyes fluttering, tightening my grip and speeding my motions.

"Just sit there." I groan, "Stay right there. Please."

Izzy nods, watching me intently, desire and lust swirling in her eyes, silently staring at my hands pleasing myself, chest moving up and down with breathless intakes of air.

She moves to lie on her back, kicking the covers away, leaving her whole body on show, tanned, ivory skin glimmering and shining, thighs clenched and toes curled.