Chapter 7

Quinn

I hang up the phone with Briar, my body tingling with the knowledge that's she's in my bed. Or in my tub.

Naked.

I groan at the thought as my cock swells in my boxers. Why did she have to do that to me? I was doing so well thinking of her in a strictly platonic way. I reach down and squeeze my cock over my boxers, letting out a little groan at the sensation, but then I realize what I'm doing so I pull my hand away and force my erection to deflate thinking about the what a dissapointing Batman Ben Affleck was and imagining the death of Betty White.

That may have gone too far.

Now I'm depressed.

I sigh and throw my arm over my face, trying not to think about my hot neighbor in her little pajama pants snuggled into my sheets with my dog and manage to fall into a fitful sleep.

I try to keep the communication with Briar to a minimum over the next three days. I don't need to know what she's doing in my house, as long as she's not having sex with that asshole boyfriend of hers in my be