Chapter 6

Xander

I was in my room, lying on my bed, deep in thought when I caught a whiff of her presence just outside my bedroom door. Despite her knocking, I hesitated to open the door, assuming she would eventually leave. To my surprise, she persisted. The doorknob turned, and my door creaked open. Why is she here?

“It's late,” I said, sitting up on my bed. I gazed at her, only to find her looking back at me with a different expression in her eyes. She seemed to be conveying her feelings for me. I could sense her desire, coupled with a hint of anger. A smile played on her lips as she approached, and all I could do was wait.

Then she started stripping. Although I was tempted to look, and I didn’t say that I was not seeing her, I didn’t leave her gaze. I chose not to because I wanted to know if she was serious about it. I want to know why she was doing this.

She reached my face with her hands shaking, and I could see that she was nervous. Why not, whe