…Silence.

Right, I keep forgetting that’s just the sound of Alexa’s voice. And this is her room.

…And rather than looking for clues to how I wound up here, I’ve spent the better half of the morning fondling myself, staring down through a valley between the mounds on her chest… It’s enough to make a girl weak in the knees — boy, man. Whatever.

Would it be so bad if I slipped my thumbs under the waistband and took a peek?