I set the clipboard down on the top step of the Laundry Cabin and turn away.

It’s early.

Really early.

But I couldn’t sleep.

I watched out my window last night as Courtney turned off her lights. And I thought about her climbing into her bed. Onto the mattress.

The arguably shitty mattress, but still a mattress.

And I couldn’t turn my mind off.

Couldn’t stop thinking about what she must be thinking.

Couldn’t stop wondering how much she hates me.

I shove my hands into my pockets as I cut between bushes, my boots tamping down a path between her front door and mine.

And I still can’t stop thinking about her clothes.

How they felt in my hands.

How small they seemed.

How tempting it was to slip a pair of her panties into my pocket.

How I did.

And how I put them back.

But I didn’t put them back because I’m a good man.

I did it because they were clean.

And what use do I have for panties that smell like dryer sheets?

I take my front steps two at a time, my dick thickening at the thought of having a pair of Courtney’s panties that smell like her.

That smell like her hot little pussy.

I’d hold them against my face as I⁠—

I shove my front door open with one hand and shove the other down the front of my jeans.

I got too close to her yesterday.

I can’t do that again.

I’m going to set some new boundaries for myself.

Just as soon as I jerk off.

Again.

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