The shape of her pussy through those fucking shorts was imprinted on his eyelids, now, and probably forever. He’d never stop seeing her bent over in his t-shirt practically offering herself up to him. It’s what she would look like if he ever got his way - when he’d bend her over and take her standing up.

He could barely lift a thing at the gym, far too distracted daydreaming about the Minecraft Creeper he’d seen printed over her crotch. He gave up after an hour and decided instead to find melon. There had to be some uppity West End convince store with a cup of melon in it. And so, he searched.

Ironically it was at their very own Sev where she said it wouldn’t be. The sun was well on its way up by 5 AM as he headed back into the apartment.

Lillian was reading on the couch like she said she’d be, and God was she perfect.

If he could remember his own name right now, he’d also remember how much trouble the pair of them were in already and would have disappeared into his room without a word. However, he did not remember his own name and gracelessly fumbled about his brain for something witty, or sexy, or something even resembling words would do.

“Melon?” was all that made it out.

She slowly tore her eyes from her book, trying to absorb the last few sentences in a paragraph.

“Melon?” she repeated back to him slowly.

“Melon.” he nodded curtly.

He knew he knew other words he just couldn’t put a finger on them right now. He held up the bag and it rocked gently.

“You really should not have done that Brayden.” with sullen eyes, and guilt? he thought maybe as, she climbed over the couch and padded barefoot across the small apartment towards him.

He begged his brain for more than just the word melon this time.

“You said you wanted melon.” He shrugged.

Well, it was more than just melon that time, he’d take whatever small victories that came his way.

“I did, but I also said it was probably better that I go with James in the morning.” She said all the while taking the bag from his hand to find her treasure.

“But you want melon now.” He needed to find a dictionary to slap himself with immediately.

“I do.” She smiled up at him, melon cup in hand and a very curious look on her face.

“I know more words than melon I promise.” Brayden blurted out.

He felt his face change colours and he closed his eyes in shame. Her laugh tinkled around him like silver or crystal, he wasn’t sure, because clearly, he only knew

‘melon’.

“I’m sure you do; I’ve even seen you make whole sentences not structured around melon in the past.”

He just barely peaked out of one of his eyes to see her smiling up at him in earnest.

“Thank you, for the melon.” She gleefully added and wiggled the melon cup. “Would you like to share?”

Brayden’s eyes were wide open now and he nodded mutely not trusting his word processing unit. She grabbed two small forks and decidedly led him back to the balcony. It was so much cooler out there. The morning sun was nowhere near the west facing apartment yet and the cool breeze was a general reprieve from the hot apartment, which in Brayden’s opinion was only getting hotter far too quickly.

He looked down at her now as she plunked into the patio chair and a shot of cold air whirled about the inner courtyard they looked onto. He could see her peaked nipples through his shirt and blew out a hard breath. He tilted his head back and readied himself as he sat on the couch beside her. A fork and melon cup tilted out in front of him, he occupied himself with that if only to buy himself a few more seconds.

“Usually, I hate any kind of chill, but this is really nice. Your apartment is far too warm.” She muttered, enjoying her melon and cool air.

“Yeah.” He mustered.

“What is wrong with you?” She turned her body towards him and rapped lightly on his head. “Hello? Usually you have plenty, if not too much, to say. Come back to earth Brayden.”

And to his surprise the fog in front of his brain lifted with the next breeze that blew her hair out of her confused face.

“Okay, okay I’m back.” He puffed. “You’re probably right. I should not have gotten you that melon, I’ll just take it back and say it was for me if he ever asks.”

Reaching for her cup as he teased her. She held it out of his immediate reach.

“Yes, you will say that, but this is most definitely my melon now.” As she popped another piece into her mouth.

He wasn’t sure what was so erotic about watching her chew on an orange piece of melon, but his brain certainly seemed it noteworthy as blood rushed to his groin. Was he so depraved as to find something as unremarkable as her chewing, his biggest turn on ever?

He chalked it up to a combination of boy’s underwear and nipples being the main cause. Not the fact he could not look away from her lips as another piece was gently sucked past her lips and a tiny juice drop was left in its wake, a deft tongue lapping it up. No, it was definitely the nipples he wasn’t even looking at, causing this. He quickly looked away and fought his voice into a controlled whisper.

“James’s right, you should be wearing more clothes around the apartment.” A glare shot him.

“I was wearing less clothes earlier and neither of you seemed to mind then. In fact, I’ve worn far worse things around this apartment, and no one here has ever cared or noticed until today.” She snapped at him, revoking the cup she’d tilted his way.

She was sexy even when she was mad at him. He felt like his whole soul was on its knees for her. He whispered as he tilted himself towards her.

“That is exactly the problem, Ann.” He didn’t mean to call her that, something he’d daydreamed about countless times before.

Her brows creased forward at the pet’s name she’d never heard. He soldiered on.

“Neither of us mind looking at you, in fact both of us rather enjoy it, if my own feelings are any benchmark for the average.” Her ears and cheeks coloured.

“I’d go as far as to say that we both like it so much that one of us has noticed the other admiring for too long, too often, and far too openly.”

His tone pushed on furiously and dropped even deeper as he leaned in closer to her.

“Watching you has been a little pass time of mine for a while now, and I know you know it. Don’t look at me like that.” He snarled at her feigned innocence.

“I know you know because half the time – it feels like a private show just for me. You pretend to not notice me in a room. You move so much slower, more deliberate, more graceful. Right in front of him sometimes! God, it fills me with such a rush when you do that. Like a game.” He was so close to her now; he could feel her hot breath on his face.

“I do not.” It was clearly supposed to come out flatly but her voiced wavered and lilted. Gathering her composure:

“You just see what you want to see.” She said lifting her chin defiantly.

“Oh? And what about the things I hear?” He cornered.

Her cheeks reddened further.

“And I hear a lot of things. I hear when you’re with him. I know the difference in when you know I’m home and when you don’t know, and somehow, I think you’re filthier when you know I’m around.” He leaned into her ear,

“Did you know sometimes I hear you and I touch myself at the same time. I listen and time my pumps with each moan you let out, did you know we come at the same time? I hear you climax, and I can’t help but fucking explode at the thought of you clenched around me?”

He watched and listened to her breath hitch and hike all over the place, her thighs squeezed together as he told her some of the horrific things he did.

“I think, looking at you” gesturing to her clenched thighs and ragged breath, “that, that is exactly what you were hoping. Exactly what you finish to the thought of. So, Ann, am I right?”

He was close to her face, his own breathing far beyond his control. The ragged pulls of each breath matching hers. A sharp crack echoed in his head and then he felt it on his cheek. She’d slapped him, not hard but he backed away abruptly.

“I’m sorry!” His regular tone sounded like yelling compared to the whispers he’d been spewing. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.” He pleaded.

He was so stupid. What was he thinking spewing that filth at her? She didn’t need to know all that. Her stunned silence and wide-eyed look back at him were all he got in response.

“I- I…” he fumbled.

His hands wide with surrender. He stood up abruptly, her eyes tracking his every move. He tried not to mark the way she glanced almost longingly at his hands. He darted back inside with the sweet smell of her arousal cloying at his nose.