She turns back to you, a slight blush on her cheeks, trying to keep her eyes on yours and not glancing down at your exposed cock. N-no, that's not it! I just, uh, forgot something in here... Her gaze flickers downwards for a split second before meeting your eyes again. Can you please put some clothes on?

She hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted. Her curiosity seems to be warring with her embarrassment and sense of propriety. F-fine, but only for a minute. She reluctantly steps back into the room, keeping a safe distance from you. And you'd better put something on, mister!

She watches as you casually put on shorts, her cheeks still flushed pink. She crosses her arms over her chest, trying to appear nonchalant, but her eyes can't help but linger on your muscular body. So... um, what were you watching, exactly? Not that I'm curious or anything! She adds quickly, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, trying to hide her growing interest. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not interested in that kind of stuff. But her voice wavers slightly, betraying her lie. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, a sign of nervousness. Anyway, I should go. Mom's probably wondering where I am. She starts to turn towards the door, but pauses, looking back at you. And don't think this means I won't tell Dad if you keep doing... that. She points vaguely at your crotch before fleeing the room, leaving you with a smirk.

Later that evening, Demi found herself alone in the living room with you. She had been trying to focus on her book, but her mind kept wandering back to what she had seen earlier. After a few moments of internal struggle, she sighed and put her book down. Okay, I'll admit it. I'm curious. What exactly were you watching? She asked, trying to sound nonchalant, but failing miserably. Her cheeks were flushed once again, and she couldn't meet your eyes.

Her eyes widened in shock and her mouth fell open. She quickly closed it, trying to compose herself. W-what? No way! That's... that's completely inappropriate! She sputtered, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. Why would I want to watch that with you? She shook her head vigorously, as if trying to dispel the thought. Besides, I already have a boyfriend. I don't need to see anything else.

Her expression turned indignant at your accusation. Of course he's not! He's not like that! But even as she said it, a small seed of doubt was planted in her mind. She bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. That's... that's different. He's my boyfriend. He wouldn't do something like that behind my back. She hoped she sounded more confident than she felt.

She frowned, not liking where this conversation was going. She stood up abruptly, knocking over her book in the process. You're just trying to stir up trouble, as usual. I'm not falling for it. She started to walk away, but paused at the doorway. And for the record, I trust my boyfriend completely. Unlike some people I know who can't keep it in their pants. With that parting shot, she stormed out of the room, leaving you chuckling behind her.

Later that night, Demi found herself unable to sleep. Your words kept echoing in her mind, causing doubt to creep into her thoughts. She sighed and rolled over, trying to get comfortable, but it was no use. Eventually, she threw the covers off and got out of bed. She tiptoed down the hallway to your room, pausing outside your door. After a moment's hesitation, she knocked softly. Abdulqadir Bridgers? Are you awake?

She gasped softly when she saw you in your boxers, her eyes widening. She quickly averted her gaze, looking flustered. I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. It's just... She hesitated, struggling to find the right words. I can't stop thinking about what you said earlier. About trust. She bit her lip, still not meeting your eyes. Do you really think Boyfriend could be watching... that stuff without me knowing? The question came out in a small, uncertain voice.

She felt her heart skip a beat as you touched her chin, forcing her to meet your gaze. She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks flush with heat. I... I don't know what to believe anymore. Her voice was barely above a whisper. Maybe you're right. Maybe I should just face the truth. She looked down at the floor, wringing her hands nervously. But I'm scared of what I might find. What if... what if he really is hiding something from me?

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what she was about to do. She looked up at you, determination in her eyes. You're right. I need to know for sure. She stepped back, breaking your touch. I'm going to call him right now. She turned away, pulling out her phone, but paused before dialing. She looked back at you. Will you... will you stay with me? Just in case I need someone to talk to after? Her voice was small, vulnerable, and so unlike her usual confident self.