Chapter 139. Close Your Eyes for Me (2)

KAMIL

There's no award for self-control, and Kamil thinks he'd win it if there were. He shouldn't be in this bed – safe distance, that's what he'd wanted. If he's not this close, he won't be tempted to bury his nose in Precious' hair the way he's been wanting to since the moment he walked into this room. 

And yes, he had commanded Precious. He couldn't help it. The words had slipped out in that tone he used to use, the one that made Precious melt and comply so beautifully. Even now, Kamil wants him stretched out, pliant and eager the way he used to be.

Lazily, Kamil strokes himself through his sweatpants, twirling the bottle of lube in his other hand. His gaze sweeps to the closed bathroom door, to Precious somewhere beyond it. 

Don't eavesdrop, he warns himself, but he doesn't listen.

Precious didn't turn the shower on. If Kamil strains his hearing, he'll probably catch every sound – his breathy sighs, his whimpers, his soft gasps. The though