Gaslight | ATOH #1

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Stargazing | Miles Smith

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AARON

When I first saw the small bowl of pineapple pieces cut neatly, my thoughts should've raced towards Reece who had cut them.

Not that fucking coffee girl.

But my thoughts had drifted to her, her fair skin, her dark eyes and her plump, pouty lips. As if that wasn't enough of appealing features, her mouth always ran with the most spontaneous insults.

I didn't have a reason for her constant presence in my mind, except that it was all my doing.

And to make my fucking matters worse, I was given a view of the sweet swells of her tits and fuck me if they ever left my mind.

I was a tit-guy all the way. Or maybe just for hers.

I sound like a pervert.

As if I wasn't already suffering from a semi-boner around her all the time like a fucking dog in heat, whatever happened yesterday hit me square in my dick.

At this point, I might as well be called a pervert. I'm pretty self-aware.

What the fuck was I thinking, making a fool of myself by asking her the secret ingredients of her fucking lips?

I was saved by the grace when she thought I had asked her about the water instead and I knew I wouldn't grasp such luck next time I do something risky.

Despite meeting officially only a week ago, I couldn't stop roaming around her. Hence, the little rig in the chore game we played a few days back.

The thing about me since I was a kid was that when I wanted something, I wouldn't roam around it. I would drag it around me.

And here I was, pathetically waiting in the alley beside Daisy's, waiting for her to fucking arrive.

Pathetic, I know.

The scent of her perfume hits me before I spot her and I find myself enjoying it. She walks over to the door, just as I walk behind her and-

My eyes widen as I take in her outfit. Blood rushes south as I silently groan.

She was dressed in a grey set. Loose track and a top that looked like it was a part of the bikini set.

Her ass looked fucking great in it as my very self-aware personality ogles at it helplessly.

God, a little help here?

At that very time, she turns around abruptly and I immediately divert my eyes to her eyes, like how I usually do.

"What do you think you're looking at?" She narrows her pretty eyes and scowls with her red lips. And then I feel the rush again.

Busted.

I raise an eyebrow at her false accusation and scowl back. "Looking for you to fucking move so I can get in."

Saying, I point to the door behind her. She raises her eyebrows as if deciding whether to believe me and then rolls her eyes.

The way I would roll them back to-

Her rolling her eyes was always the trigger since the very beginning. The first time she rolled her eyes at me, I knew she was going to be a regular thought to my dick.

Too bad I think with my dick all the time.

She turns away, walking in as my eyes drift down again and this time, I chide and strain myself to look ahead. I wasn't too fond about getting caught again and there wasn't another door that I could use as an excuse.