Witchling Academy Semester Eight - Avery Song Page 0,159
council. She was known by so many people, it was hard for her to not be recognized.
She'd garnered all this fame and fortune not by changing who she was, but by growing into the individual she wished to blossom into. Regardless of the outside strain to be someone she wasn't, her perseverance was what allowed her to reach this point in time and was the very reason we were together.
Lifting my hand up, I looked at my wrist to admire the tattoo on my flesh. I was so proud to carry such a mark on my wrist - an image that the world seemed to know was a confirmation that I was connected to my team with the very same tattoos.
The simple reward for trusting in Brianne to make the right decision was what helped symbolize the friendship we shared that morphed into strong, loving bonds.
I noticed how Brianne stirred and mumbled something I couldn't decipher before she kicked the blanket off her and rolled onto her back. I remained still, wondering if she was going to wake up, but she remained still as her lips parted and then she was quietly breathing the morning away.
This was my moment to let the breath I was holding out while I admired her hot body that was in nothing but lingerie. She'd taken off her shirt at some point in time - clearly after I'd fallen asleep.
There she lay in the perfect blue lingerie set, probably one that Finnick had created for her now that he’d been asked to create a summer lingerie launch for a new signature brand company that would be launched with his name.
What better way to test out his creations, and goodness, did it fit her body exceptionally well. Her perky breasts sat nicely in the bra that had a white bow with a rhinestone in the middle, and the matching panties were designed with rhinestones along the waistband.
The longer I stared, the harder my cock got. Deep down I felt like an idiot for spending so much time training and making absolutely no time for deepening our relationship in the realms of sex.
I knew our relationship didn't depend on intense intimacy. It never had, which I personally appreciated a few semesters ago because I didn't feel pressured to be like everyone else. But now that I stood here in the quiet darkness of my room with my eyes on our goddess girlfriend, I kind of regretted not taking our love one step forward.
Shaking my head to try and calm my body down, I went straight to the washroom and took a cold shower first to try and tame my arousal.
After switching the water to hot, I allowed my body a moment to replenish as the warmth soothed my aching muscles. A few minutes went by and I finally washed up. It wasn't until I was finished and reaching for a towel that I realized there wasn’t one.
What happened to the towel?
I stared at the empty rail that usually had one towel and immediately was pulled into a vision of Connor coming to take the towel while talking to Brianne, who was sitting on my bed.
He moved to walk over to her and gave her a passionate kiss before heading out with the towels while Brianne stretched and lay back down on my bed.
I was able to check the clock before the vision faded away. The ticking surface read two in the morning.
"Really, Connor? You're going to do laundry at two in the fucking morning," I cursed to myself as I shook my head. "Unbelievable."
Stepping onto the rug, I used a spell of wind to dry myself off and looked at the mirror to see my naked frame. All this working out had really helped my figure. I don't know why I was now noticing my results as if I never looked in the mirror before, but seeing as I always was in some sort of rush in and out of the shower, this was a rare opportunity.
I walked to the door just as it opened. Sleepy Brianne stood there with a towel in her grasp. I literally froze because she looked so fucking sexy. Her bed hair was all ruffled up and yet it complemented her attractiveness.
With her standing, I could admire every curve and line of muscle along her body. Brianne was definitely at peak fitness appearance because she screamed fit body from her six-pack to the muscles in her arms that weren't super harsh.