It's Saturday afternoon and I'm rummaging through my suitcase to find something to wear for dinner, tonight. I pull out a brown leather mini dress that I brought and chew on my bottom lip.
Mmh, this isn't suitable for Cracker Barrel. I pull out some more clothes, but nothing is right! I'm looking for a casual outfit, something cute that doesn't scream ' I'm the center of attention!'. But, everything I bought is either too sexy or too flashy.
I sigh and lean against the bed in frustration.
At this point, I don't even feel like going out anymore.
As I'm sulking by myself, Jey comes out the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his hips. I turn to ask him for help, but freeze in place and stare at him instead.
My mouth salivates at the sight of him. Wet caramel skin, his muscles ripple with every movement he makes. Samoan symbols cover his skin, telling a story of his heritage, dark wet curls bouncing around his head.
He stands there leaning over the bed, trying to find some clothes in his suitcase.
Why is this man so damn attractive?
How do I still crave him this strongly?
And why does my heart feel like it's gonna beat out of my chest every time I look at him?
I frown at Jey, as he pretends to notice me.
"Jeeeey, you're not helping me right now!" I whine.
The gorgeous Samoan laughs and looks up at me.
"What's wrong, Baby?" He asks.
"I can't find anything to wear tonight and you're distracting me!" I frown.
Jey comes over and bends down to pinch my cheeks.
"Don't pout. Let me get some clothes on and I'll help you."
As he stands up straight, the towel around his waist hangs dangerously low. I notice the bulge underneath and lick my lips, as he walks away.
I sigh and lean my head back against the bed, as he gets dressed. Jey doesn't leave the room to change and I can't help, but to turn around and watch him again.
Once the towel drops, my heart does the same thing. I watch with pure interest, as Jey puts on his underwear, then his black sweats and finally a white cut off t-shirt.
Will there ever be a time when my body doesn't react this way?
I rest my chin on my hands and watch Jey walk back over to me. He bends down to sit beside on the floor and smile at me.
"Where are you going tonight?" He asks.
"Cracker Barrel. You want me to bring you back something?" I ask.
"Yeah. I'll give you some money before you leave."
I give him a look. "I have my own money, Jey. I can bring you back anything you want."
Jey sighs and nods. "Ok, I'll let you buy the food. I don't want to argue today."
"I'm not arguing, I just don't want you to feel like you need to give me money. I'm not a good digger."
Jey turns my head to face him.
"I know that, Niyah. I just wanna take care of you. I want to provide for you."
I smile. "I know that, Baby. All I ask is that you let me be independent sometimes."
Jey nods, before going through my suitcase and pulls out a brown cropped top and a pear of jeans. My eyes widen with approval and I kiss Jey's cheek.
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Anytime, Anywhere For You
Fiksi PenggemarGrowing up in a big city like Miami had its ups and downs. But, having Jey by my side made everything easier. It's not hard to fall in love, especially if it's with your best friend. Just romantic and mushy fanfic. There are some mentions of child a...
