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Guess we’re done.
‘You’re welcome,’ I can’t help snarking at her back and she turns, giving me a smile that’s almost rueful.
‘Thanks.’
Shaking my head, I walk back up to my room. I hear the water running for barely two minutes before the door opens, and she’s padding quietly past my door.
I can’t help it. Despite the pretense, I’m not a decent guy. I pull up the cameras and watch her walk into her room, wrapped in a towel and carrying her clothes in one hand. Isurvey her as she arranges them on the desk chair and stands in front of the mirror. She takes her wet hair out of the hand towel and brushes it. It’s longer than I thought it was. And then she lets the towel fall and I get my first full look at my pretty little neighbor.
High, decent-sized tits with the kind of dusky nipples I love to pinch and pull. She has a bit of a curvy figure and an ass I want to sink my teeth into.
All bets are off, I realize then and there, and I don’t give a fuck whose sister she is. I’m going to make sure I get a taste before we kick her to the curb, and John Novelle sends her back to her little clinic across the pond with her tail between her legs ... or my cum, at least.
I grin as I watch her stare at her own naked body, a blank expression on her face. She says something to herself, but the cameras in her room are older than the other ones in the house. They aren’t great at picking up small sounds, so I can only guess what it is. Then her eyes dip, and she bends down. I curse the angle the camera is in because if it was just a foot to the right, I’d have a direct view of her cunt. She rubs her leg for a moment and then straightens, going to bed and getting in without putting any clothes on at all.
There’s a naked girl literally across the hall.
Fuck. The things I’d love to do right now and damn the consequences. I’d walk across the corridor and slip inside, get into bed with her. She’d be scared at first, but I’d have her eating out of my hand in seconds, crying out my name within minutes.
I shut the laptop when she turns off the light and let out a snort as I rub a hand over my face. I shuck my clothes and get into my own bed, closing my eyes and willing myself to sleep. But I can’t. I’m bombarded by images of those pert breasts and big nipples, of that round ass and that mound. I usually like them hairless, but the trimmed bush between herlegs, shielding her pussy from my eyes, has done something to me, and all I want is to get close, press her thighs wide, and see what it’s hiding. If the rest of her is anything to go by, she’ll have a perfect-looking pussy too. I can’t wait to find out.
I stroke my dick, fisting myself to thoughts of her. I come hard and fast, and only then can I finally sleep.
5
DAISY
Ican’t find my teabags.
I hunt around the cupboards for a while, but I can’t find the box. I’m sure I left it by the microwave, but it’s definitely not here, which is annoying because I’ve boiled the water in a pan this morning. I huff out a breath, eyeing the few guys who are milling around the room from the corner of my eye and wondering if one of them knows.
‘Can’t find something, beautiful?’
I turn to find one of the frat brothers I don’t know. He has a nametag, so I know he’s one of the pledges. They’re all meaner to me than the full brothers, and they currently seem to be in some sort of competition with each other to get a reaction out of me. I’m still not sure what it is they actually want to see, so I don’t give them anything at all if I can help it. I don’t bother to read his name and I ignore the likely sarcastic term of endearment.
‘My teabags.’
‘I’ll teabag you if you want,’ one of the other guys says, and I hear sniggers.
With a sigh, I turn my eyes to him, giving him what lookslike my full attention, and I watch as he quails just a little under my unwavering gaze.
‘I ... don’t know what that means, and I doubt I’d care to,’ I say, raising my eyebrows. ‘But I left the box here next to the microwave.’
‘The pledges cleaned up in here last night,’ one of the sophomores at the table says with a glance up from his plate. Taking out his phone, he taps something, and it vibrates in his hand a second later.
‘Yeah, it looks like they got thrown out ... accidentally.’ He shrugs and goes back to his food. ‘Maybe put your name on your stuff so no one thinks it’s trash, princess.’
I notice the other guys have smirks on their faces and are pretending to smother their laughter as they glance at me. They’re all tapping away on their phones.
My tea was thrown away on purpose, and I know enough to understand that they’re all messaging each other about me right now. Unease rolls through me, and I mask it as best I can with anger.
‘Bloody children,’ I mutter, grabbing my stuff and leaving the room.
I ignore the laughter they don’t even pretend to hide as I go outside and wait for Mav to take me to another class. Today is Nineteenth Century American Literature again, and I’m hoping it goes better than last time.
I try not to think of the fact that my tea is gone. I doubt I’ll be able to replace it here with the same brand. I suppose I could get a latte at Grinder later. The one Lu made me was fine. It just wasn’t right.
I heave a long sigh. Now, things won’t beright. There have been so many changes in my life over the past several days that I was clinging to the few things that have remained familiar. I’m adrift here, and my morning tea was one of my anchors ... perhaps the only one I had left.
