Michael
"Does my outfit look okay?" Jasmine came up to me. She was wearing a black t-shirt and brown jeans that had a small gap between the waistband and her back. She gave me a small twirl.
This girl's ass is so fat like I'm not even exaggerating.
"Tá a fhios agat go bhfuil sé tromchúiseach nuair nach féidir leis an gcreasa a chuid oibre a dhéanamh fiú." Alex chuckled, making us smile. (You know it's serious when the belt can't even do its job.)
"Is it not good? Shall I change? I can change if you want-"
I pulled her closer by the waist. "It looks amazing, my sweetheart. I love it." I kissed her softly, making her smile as she sat down near me, leaving a seat between us.
"That cloud looks like a rhino eating a dog." she pointed out of the window.
I leaned closer to her to look out the window but she decided to poke my cheek with her tongue.
She laughed "I'm sorry. I just- I didn't mean to. I don't know why I did that." she pressed her lips together in a smile.
"So fucking weird man." I mumbled, making her laugh as I used her hand to wipe my cheek.
"You know what's crazy?" she lifted the armrest up and placed her head on my lap.
"What?" Xander asked.
"Being steamed alive is worse because it allows the victim to feel nearly everything because your nerves don't get destroyed as fast as being burned alive." she informed.
"Baby, why do you know that?"
"Ugh. Do you already know that one? Okay then...If you spill bleach on your skin, you get a slippery feeling when you wash it off because...you've basically made soap by dissolving the top layer of your skin." she gave us another fact.
"Thank you for that, mi amor." Leo smirked at her.
"You're welcome."
"Leo, what do you want for your birthday?" she asked, playing with my fingers.
"Nothing."
"What do you want to do for your birthday?"
"Nothing."
"Come on, Leo...You've got to do or want something. How old are you going to be?"
"Seventy." Alex replied with a smirk.
"Leo?"
"I don't know." he shrugged, not taking his eyes of his laptop.
"I'm going to bite you." she threatened. There's not a day when she doesn't bite atleast one of us.
"Go on then."
"No...I'm too comfortable." she groaned. "Just tell me."
"Adivinar." he replied. (Guess.)
"Twenty-nine."
"No."
"Thirty."
"No"
"Thirty three." Xander joined in.
"Ahí tienes." He looked at her. (There you go.)
She gasped softly "No way. That's like ten years older than me! That's crazy. What about you? How old are you going to be, Xander?"
"Thirty two." he replied.
"You?" she looked up at me.
"Thirty. Same with Al." I replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears.
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My Guys.
RomanceThis story is similar to my story "Our Girl" in the sense that it has the same main characters and the main character is still South Asian and bisexual but there are new characters, as you can tell by the tags. I haven't quite figured out what the...
