No mess was easy to see. Once he finished, he lay back panting for breath. Fuck, the orgasm had been amazing but nowhere near to what he truly wanted. Angel, in the short time he'd known her, had turned into an obsession for him.
The way her head tilted to the side when she listened to him talk. Her fingers as she picked up a chess piece while they played. He noticed the way she played with her hair as they watched movies.
Every little part of her had become something to memorize. He didn't want to look away. Knox felt possessed to know everything about her.
Grabbing an old shirt, he cleaned the white drops of cum from his stomach before walking into the bathroom. Washing the shirt out, he threw it in the laundry basket and then headed out to bed. The light was out, and he sat back, listening some more. The night was incredibly still.
