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Why? Why in fuck's sake am I still awake? Better yet, why am I still awake thinking about that jerk Jackson Storm?
He thinks I'm a joke. He insulted me, beat me, rubbed it in my face, and pushed Cruz around. He doesn't deserve my thoughts.
But here I am. In the middle of the goddamn night imagining Jackson Storm sucking my dick.
I must be insane. I'm an absolute psychopath. He's not even that good looking.
Storm's stupid grey eyes aren't even gorgeous. His smooth, dark skin doesn't even make me itch to touch it. The way his voice escapes confidently from those full lips doesn't even make me want it screaming my name.
Pull yourself together, Lightning. I'm not some horny teenager. I'm a grown man.
But his body is so fit and muscled. I want to stick my hand up his shirt and feel his abs and chest. I want to then dip beneath his waistband and--
Well, shit. I am a horny teenager. I'm an adult thirsting over a man that probably hates me. I'm screwed. So screwed.
I wish I could just fall asleep.