Ethan's gaze drifted down from Emily's slender body to her long legs clad in black stockings.
Slender, elongated, youthful—her toes wrapped in black nylon presented a charm entirely different from the mature allure of an aunt.
She was really beautiful, just a bit off in the head.
"Not interested."
He turned his head away,he was no saint.
If he could interact with the beautiful school beauty, he certainly wouldn't mind.
But Emily was just someone who enjoyed watching others for fun,she would never actually let him touch her.
"Ah, that's not fair!" Emily pouted, leaning closer and lying on the hospital bed, less than 3 inches from him, and exclaimed loudly:
"Today I'm wearing the same brand of stockings as Aunt Scarlett, the exact style Blair wore that night. They feel great and work really well."
"Holy shit!" Ethan jumped in surprise.