08. Rest Well

"I'm sorry, I know I keep asking, but do you know when my mom will be here?" Mercy asked as she came down the stairs, brushing her damp black hair out of her eyes as she walked closer to me, wearing one of my black button-down shirts. I couldn't help but let my eyes fall to her exposed legs, hiding back the growl that tried to come out as I saw the soft, exposed skin. The shirt went nearly to the middle of her thighs, and she'd picked out a pair of my boxers and used a hair tie to put the extra cloth in a bundle off to the side so that they could stay put. 'How can something so simple look so amazing on you?'

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