Chapter Eleven

The sun was out and Austin still laid on the bed with him staring at the ceiling. His mind wanders off, trying to search for answers but none are forthcoming. He couldn't close his eyes last night, even for a second. When he tried to do so, he found the image of Tasha staring at him and he couldn't get that image off his mind. To make things worse, it was her naked. He felt disgusted that he found her attractive and at some point, all he wanted after seeing her naked was to have her beneath him, moving to his rhythm and her sinking in pleasure while she moaned his name. Her sweat rubbing off on his skin and watching her crave for more. He hated himself; he wanted that so much. Why can he see her and others can't, he kept on questioning himself.

His door flew open and Allen walked in seeing him lost in his thoughts.

"Now, what is it this time?" he flew onto the bed.

"Could you at least knock?" Austin rolled his eyes, turning his back against his brother and facing the wall. Allen held