My growing arousal refused to calm down. Driven by a mix of desire and frustration, I found myself outside her room, my heart pounding.
"..."
Through the slightly open door, I could see her.
'What is she doing?'
Luna sat on her bed, carefully mending one of my school uniforms. Her delicate fingers worked with precision, stitching each tear as if it were the most important task in the world.
Even at this hour, she was thinking about me.
The guilt hit me like a truck.
Here I was, standing at her door like some depraved beast, and there she was, quietly taking care of me.
'What's wrong with me?'
I closed the door softly and retreated to my room, hating myself for even considering it.
'Sorry, Luna.'
Tonight, I'll handle this alone.
[Ding!]
Hena: Attachment: Shower selfie showing massive cleavage)
What the hell?