Of everything Brianne said to Elaine that morning two days ago, one line stuck with me: The love I see in your eyes when you look at him.
Yeah. I totally agree with Brianne, even if I doubt she meant these eyes of love—the ones staring up at me right now while she's on her knees, my cock deep in her mouth, and that filthy, hungry look in her eyes.
After that fight we had—about her seeing some dude without even telling me—she probably realized I was right to be pissed off.
That's probably why, just three hours ago, she came up to me and said: «Tyler's picking me up soon»—that's the name of the loser she's dating—«I'll hang out at his place for a bit, then he's taking me to dinner. He's sooo sweet! Obviously I can't take you to the table with us—what kind of romantic dinner would that be? But if you promise to pretend you don't know me, I'll let you follow us. That way, you'll see what kind of guy he is and tell me what you think, okay?»
