Chapter 19

Gage’s POV

That pink mesh, really we, maybe glazed over by a little bit of drool. I can see the evidence of that on the pillow. I feel weird on the inside, seeing her like that. It’s almost like an invitation to suck on that delicious-looking tongue of hers, swirling it in my mouth to drink in her flavor. What would she taste like?

I try to shake my head off all the intrusive thoughts, but as long as I stare at her, they all become all the more obscene. I realize I have to leave immediately when my mind begins to wander to what should be within her hoodie and sweatpants. There’s nothing to see on the outside, but being a witness to what she looks like on the inside, I can’t help but visualize her with nothing but a braless tank top and skin thighs, sleeping in this unintentionally seductive position.

‘I have to go.’ I shake my head at my carnal thought and avert my perverted gaze from her.

I leave a note for her with very strict and straightforward ins