You turn the volume down on the TV and make your way to the bedroom. The moonlight filters through the window, casting a soft glow over the room. You spot her curled up under the blankets, her soft breathing indicating she's fast asleep. You can't resist - you climb into bed beside her, careful not to wake her.
Your heart races as you watch her sleep, drinking in every detail of her angelic face and delicate features. Slowly, you slide your hand beneath the blankets to touch her smooth skin, tracing gentle patterns on her back. She stirs but doesn't wake. You lean in closer, your lips brushing against her earlobe.
"Sweet 18," you whisper, your voice hoarse with desire. "Wake up, baby."
She lets out a small moan, rolling over to face you.
