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“Um… Good morning.” Layla mumbled as she stepped out of her room and locked her door. Her eyes were glued to the ground, not daring to look at Zayne.

“Why aren’t you looking at me? I’m all dressed now.” He teased, poking her cheek. “Or are you dissatisfied that I’m not nude? I can strip if you want.”

“No! Keep your clothes on! I don’t want to see you naked again.” She squeaked and quickly walked away from him.

‘I know he’s never going to let me hear the end of it today.’

“But you didn’t mind when I was. You seemed to like it really well, especially my d…k.” He chuckled as he caught up to her with ease.

“N-no, I wasn’t!” She lied, blushing hard. There was no way in this world she was going to admit she was staring at his d..k. She would rather die than admit it out loud.

“Of course you were. If I hadn’t interrupted you, I wonder how long you would have stared at it. What was going through your mind? Where you thinking of how big it was and if it would fit into your lit