Chapter 67

Kieran couldn't stop the smile squeezing his lips as he walked to Lesley's room. The girl didn't say anything that they were going to do something more than sleep, but so many things immediately played in his wild imagination.

He's always looking forward to the day when he can finally make love to her. He always thinks about it. He even had countless wet dreams because of it. And he would be lying if he said he never masturbated when alone and thinking about her; her white, soft, and luscious skin, pink and delicious lips, smooth and fragrant hair, perky breasts, and most of all, her wet and delicate flower, like a goddess on earth.

Damn it! Kieran cursed in his mind. This is driving him crazy. He needs to stop thinking about it, or he will literally drool, which is so unseemly of him. When did he become like this? He feels like a creep. He shouldn't let Lesley know this immoderate thirst he felt for her. It might turn her off. He didn't want to be too aggressive and be kicked off the