𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟖:𝟑𝟔𝐩𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢'𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬
𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝟖:𝟑𝟔𝐩𝐦
𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫

"gianna," notti whined caressin her thigh, "hurry up and finish dat shittt.."

gianna finished all her other food downstairs once they arrived back at notti house and then they moved up to notti room and she was finally eatin her strawberry shortcake mcflurry. notti was gettin maad impatient.

gianna smiled already knowin, "whaat? i jus started eatin it ethannn." his eyebrows saddened and he let out a sigh.

"..but why you eatin this fuckin ice cream mad slow? you been had dat gigi," he whined sittin up to hug her body. he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned his head on her shoulder.

gianna smiled slightly chucklin to herself.

"because don't everythin taste better when you eat it slow.." gianna replied bringin her spoon to her mouth, before stickin her tounge out and slowly lickin the ice cream off her spoon. "mm"

notti's eyebrows furrowed and his eyes followed her mouth as she did that. he felt his heart rate speed up a lil bit. and he knew, she knew, exactly what the fuck she was doin too. he lifted his head from her shoulder, his gaze movin up from her lips to her eyes, before a small smile spread on his face.

"baaaby.. whatchu doin?" he mumbled wit a small smirk on his face, his eyes trailin down her body. she turned her head to look at him, but then turned her face back realizin how close they were. she ain't wanna play this eye contact game wit him cause she knows how it get.

"hmm? ian doin nun, i'm jus.." she started becfoee her voice faded off as she took another spoon of her mcflurry, her stomach feelin mad butterflies.

notti jus slightly tilted his head starin her downn from the side wit low eyes. gianna felt his gaze trailin all over her face and she felt a cold feelin down her spine.

she brought her spoon to her mouth again and slowly licked the ice cream off her spoon, tounge first again. she felt notti's breathin stop for a bit before he quietly sucked his teeth again. it was so amusing to her.

"can stop lookin at me like dat" she giggled droppin her head. she ain't even have to look at him to know how he was lookin at her.

he wiped his hands down his face as he started smilin,"giannaa" he muttered. he softly leaned against his wall and took his hair outta the ponytail. "but baby why you playin wimme for.." he knew she was.

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