Dreaming of Her

Ethan

I'd talked myself out of texting Riley a million times by Saturday morning. I laid in my bed, watching shadows move across the open window and wishing like hell I had someone next to me. Where it would have been nice to look over and see the pretty girl from my dreams, I was willing to take just about any warm body. Just someone to hold and have hold me.

I rolled over to my stomach and let out a long sigh as I pulled my phone toward me and pulled up her picture.

"Text her. Fuck. You're Ethan Lewis for shit’s sake." I dropped the phone and rolled back onto my back, as I tugged the cover down and glanced down the length of my body. My cock was hard as a rock, thick and huge. "I hate you sometimes."

I got up and stretched before walking out to the balcony and leaning against it, grateful that the privacy I paid for actually afforded me complete seclusion.

"Ethan?" Deza's voice surprised me.

"I'm out here." I turned toward her as she stopped at the open door and screamed, turning qu