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"Is this too much for a sleepover?" Jamie looked over her shoulder, eyeing her attire in the mirror.
Chris looked up at her from his phone. The food still hadn't arrived yet so he was tracking it. Emery Rose and Royalty ran off again until it was time to eat, leaving Jamie and Chris to themselves once more. He showed her to a guest room to shower and change her clothes, and now she was standing in his mirror in boy shorts and a shirt tied over her toned stomach.
He licked his lips. "You knew it was too much when you put it on but, who cares? Come here."
She rolled her eyes, letting her arms drop to her sides. Dragging her feet, she climbed into bed sitting right between his legs.
"You're no fucking help."
"I tried," he laughed, typing on his phone. "This nigga finally on the way. Google maps got him driving in circles."
Jamie frowned. "You better hope he's not eating our food!"
"I wish he would." He smacked his lips.
As he watched the map Jamie watched him. In only a white tank and his sky blue sweats, Chris was insanely attractive to her. She hoped she could finally score tonight but knowing Chris, he wasn't going to fuck her.
But he didn't invite us for nothin! He wants to fuck!
"He better want to," she mumbled, making Chris lift his head up.
"You talking shit?"
She started to laugh. "No, stupid. Mind your business."
"Whatever is said in my room, is my business." He started to sit up with his phone. "The food here, go get them lil devils."
He pecked her lips before standing up. Jamie followed suit shaking her head a bit. They both headed downstairs and went in different directions. While he went to the door, Jamie walked towards the living room, hearing small giggles and squeals.
Emery laughed loudly as a rather large white dog licked her face. Another large dog was playing with Royalty. Jamie watched them for a split second with a small frown on her face.
Who in their right minds would get a big ass dog like that? Let alone two of them?
"Food's here!" Chris yelled, walking up to them. "And nothing was touched either."
"Yes!" Ro cheered, softly pushing the dog away. Emery did the same and hopped down from the couch.
"Go wash y'all hands first, alright? Ro I told you about playin with them like that," Chris shook his head, sitting the boxes and the bag on the counter.
