Damien
I knew sleeping on the couch was going to be hard but we weren't exactly presented with multiple options.
The couch was the kind of cheap furniture hotels swore was the best and you could even have a threesome on it and still be guaranteed that it wouldn't break.
But here I was, lying on it and It creaked every time I took a deep breath.
I'd been lying there for the past thirty minutes, staring at the ceiling, trying to convince myself I could fall asleep on it. Serena had already turned off her lamp, though I doubted she was actually asleep.
The day had been long and we obviously needed rest but her in the same room with me, rest was the last thing on my mind. When she was changing, I couldn't help it when my eyes went to her body.
I couldn't stop the thoughts that followed—was she wearing anything underneath or—fuck! Get a grip of yourself Damien.
