Chapter 9: Self Control Part 2

Ciaran lounged in the unused armchair in the living room with his dark denim clad legs stretched out in front of him crossed at the ankle. His arms cradled his head as he leaned back, the movement threatening to pop the buttons on his long sleeved black dress shirt. He stared at the blank surface of the flat screen hanging from the wall listening to the clock tick away the time. He was trying to remain patient as the time flew out the window.

He let his thoughts drift to a specific red head naked upstairs. He thought about how she would look covered with soap suds, and lathering her long red locks. He wanted to know just how soft her legs would be. He pictured running his hands over the muscles in the calfs and up her thighs. Was she ticklish on her feet? He thought to himself. A grin crossed his face as he decided he would soon find out, one way or another.

Growing a little impatient, he decided he should check on her again, yet just as he was getting to his feet he