I can't ignore his moans. When his voice slides through the wall, I picture the naughty things that are going on next door.
He lives in the dorm room next door. I don't know anything about him. Only that his name is Zane. And that he's a sex god, if the sounds that echo out of my air-conditioning vent are any indication. I've tried in vain to distract myself from him.
I'm desperate to deny the dirty thoughts I have about other guys but when I find out Zane is gay, my imagination runs wild.
I tell myself I'm straight, but when I hear Zane's groans, all bets are off. I want to go next door and confront him, but what if he wants me to come inside?
I can't ignore his moans. When his voice slides through the wall, I picture the naughty things that are going on next door.
He lives in the dorm room next door. I don't know anything about him. Only that his name is Zane. And that he's a sex god, if the sounds that echo out of my air-conditioning vent are any indication. I've tried in vain to distract myself from him.
I'm desperate to deny the dirty thoughts I have about other guys but when I find out Zane is gay, my imagination runs wild.
I tell myself I'm straight, but when I hear Zane's groans, all bets are off. I want to go next door and confront him, but what if he wants me to come inside?