Fang 21

Fang

She didn’t sleep and neither did I. Sure, I pretended I was asleep. I purposely kept my breathing low and even against the back of her neck, but every time I actually closed my eyes, my little sunflower would wiggle back a little more.

Her bare ass rubbing up against me.

Either Gypsy was faking being asleep like I was, or the girl was having some seriously horny dreams. Not that I minded either way. I loved the feel of her, even if it was making me have the worst case of blue balls I had ever had.

“Fang?” Gypsy whispered my name into the dark room. Outside, I knew that the sun would be beginning to peek over the horizon, but the blackout drapes kept my room dark and cool.

I hesitated for a second, trying to figure out whether I should answer her or not when she spoke again.

“I was a doctor.”

At first, her words didn’t make sense. I couldn't compute what or why she was telling me that, and then it all came back in a rush. I had asked her a question. One she had refused to answer