Her eyes are closed, and her hair is pulled to the side revealing her slender neck. My dick twitches in my pants, but I ignore it. As much as I wish I could strip her naked and slide under the covers with her, I won’t, at least not right now. She’s mine, and I’ll be the one and only man to ever get my dick inside of her, but not tonight.

Her brow furrows and I reach out and run my finger over it, smoothing it as I try to imagine what she’s dreaming about. I’ve no idea what haunts her sleeping thoughts, but I will. Soon I’ll know her so well I’ll be able to know what she’s thinking before she speaks.

I know the way I feel about her isn’t normal, she’s consumed me completely since I first laid eyes on her. She’s my obsession, but surely obsession is just the basis that love is built on? I’m not in love with her yet, I don’t know her well enough, but soon that’ll change. Soon I’ll be the reason she smiles, the reason her panties are damp, the reason she can’t wait to wake up every morning.

She’s my obsession, but I’m going to make myself her world. I’ll protect her from everything but me.

Pulling my cell from my pocket, I turn on the camera and take a photo, then switch it to video mode and record a few moments of her sleeping peacefully, then of me brushing the hair from her cheek, my hand trailing a path down her neck. “My perfect little bird,” I whisper, ending the recording and sliding my cell into my pocket without watching it. That will be my reward later when I’m lying in bed next door, only a wall separating us. I’ll watch the video while I take my dick in hand and wish it were her fingers instead of my own wrapped around it and covered in cum when I find my release.

A knock at the door banishes my filthy thoughts and I get up and cross the room, opening the door and peering around the frame.

“Sebastian darling, Starling’s mother is here,” my mom says, smiling widely.

“Ms. Clark,” I say, greeting her with my most charming smile as I push the door open wide and step back to allow them entry into the room.

Cassidy Clark is only slightly taller than Starling is and she has to tip her head back to look up at me.

“It’s lovely to meet you properly, I’m just sorry it has to be under these circumstances,” I tell her, crossing the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed beside my girl.

Cassidy rushes to Starling, leaning down and running her palms over her daughter’s face. “Oh, baby,” she croons.

“Dr. Harris said she was fine, just tired,” I tell her again, glancing up and smiling at my mom, who is still standing beside the door. “We’d planned to do a whole meet-the-parents thing tonight,” I say with an ah-shucks smile and then watch as both my mom and Starling’s mom visibly sigh at just how adorable and cute I am.