Mr Spencer (Mr. 2)

God, this seems it’s a lot farther in the dark.

I finally arrive at Edward’s house and duck behind a tree before I peer around it. Like my house, his house is made of sandstone and covered in ivy. Our houses are near identical, both two storied with four bedrooms. The only differences being that he has had his house updated to his tastes and added another large living area at the back. Unlike me, he won’t be leaving his house, so he has made it his forever home.

I tiptoe across the large circular driveway. There are no cars here, damn it. She must be parked in his garage, whoever she is.

The lights downstairs are off. I walk around to the side of his house and look up to the higher floor. Edward’s bedroom light is on and the curtains are open.

Ugh, damn it, I wish I could just see who he has up there.

I blow out a breath and sit down on the ground for a moment.

I look around and wonder what to do.

About three metres out from his window sits a large tree. What if I climbed it? Just got a look at who is in there and then climbed down.

No harm done.

My heart rate quickens as I walk over and look up at the tree, smirking to myself.

What the hell are you doing, Charlotte?

I put my arms around the trunk and take the first step up, then another, and then another. Before long, I’m way up high. I just need to get to that taller branch and I will be able to see in. I step up and hug the trunk. It’s pitch black outside, but I can see into the lit bedroom clearly.

I watch in silence. Nothing’s happening.

I peer down at the ground. Oh hell, I’m up really high. I cling to the tree as if my life depends on it, because at this point, it actually does.

I didn’t think this through at all.

Then I hear movement. I squat down in a panic.

Edward comes into view, forcing me to hold my breath. He’s facing away from me but… oh no.

He has no clothes on. My brother is naked.

The blood drains from my face.

He turns towards the window, his huge erection standing proud. He’s holding handcuffs and spinning them around his finger as he talks to someone who is obviously still in his bed.

My eyes are as wide as saucers. Oh, dear God.

Not this. Anything, but this.

I step back to try and get away. I slip, and I try desperately to grab the trunk. Unfortunately for me, I miscalculate and go hurdling down towards the ground, somehow managing to grab a branch along the way. It kind of breaks my fall for just a moment before I hit the ground hard with a thud.

“Ouch,” I whimper as I lie in a crumpled heap.

What the fuck did I just see?

I stare up at the stars hurting all over. I get a visual reminder of my naked brother and it makes me scrub my eyes with my fingertips to try and remove it from my brain.

I remain on my back, looking up at the dark sky for ten minutes, in the dark, crumpled on the ground.

That really hurt.

Eventually, I crawl onto my hands and knees and push myself off the ground.

That is the last time I’m ever going to spy on anyone ever again.