Lorenzo chased after that feeling, of having a pair of amber eyes watching him, while he pumped himself to satisfaction. His toes curled and he collapsed back into bed, his body a sweaty mess. But that still didn't satisfy him.
Fuck!
How long could he go on like this? Even after releasing himself in the shower, it still didn't help him one bit. Images of Amelia kept bombarding his mind.
He cleaned himself up and got back to bed. As soon as he hit the pillow and closed his eyes, he saw her again, this time smiling softly, and his heart kicked back into gear, competing against the speed of a bullet train.
Fuck this!
He gave up.
He made his way to the kitchen, raided the fridge, found half a bottle of purified water and chugged the whole thing down. The light of the full moon caught his attention. He moved to stand near the floor-to-ceiling window, viewing New York City at this time of night.
