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in a daze 02

old story | explicit

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Aaliyah's POV
Aubrey's car 1am

Yeah and a freak mind is divine so we fuck from behind
On these sides, between thighs, I eat up
Wanted, wanted, wanted to trust myself
Tried to give her up but she fuck so well
Man that bitch so cold, man that bitch so cold
I'ma take my time, I'ma hit that slow
'Cause I ain't in a rush young girl
You're the only thing for me in this fucked up world

"You listen to Mac?" I asked looking out the window as he drove down the highway.

"What you don't think I'd listen to him?"

"Well I've never really been in your car besides that one time. And you were playing rio da yung og. So I just assumed you were only a rap listener."

"You never asked."

"I should've."

"You didn't have to, we never really talked too much about that stuff." He said and I nodded before closing my eyes and listening to the music. "So what do you listen to?"

"You're gonna laugh." I mumbled.

"Why?"

"You're gonna say I'm like somebody's mom," I said and he laughed.

"What you listening to. Mary J Blige? Faith Evans? Janet Jackson? Maxwell?"

"All of them and more."

"That's valid whachu mean? They not even old artist foreal."

"So you listen to them?"

"Occasionally."

"So other then Mac miller who are your artists?"

"SiR, Smino, Nas, old Kanye, Joey Bada$$ and Solange." He finished and I whipped my head over to him.

"Solange?"

"You wanna hear my rendition of cranes in the sky, I could put it on and everything." He smirked and I shook my head.

The rest of the ride consisted of him lowly singing the songs and me just enjoying the comfortable silence between us.

When we arrived at his apartment complex, he parked and I followed him inside and took the elevator to his floor. We headed down the left hall and into his apartment.

I took off my crocs and washed my hands and he followed suit. Taking off his crocs and washing his hands as well.

"I didn't calculate the need the shower after being at a beach," I said once I realized that my hair was fucked up, I still had sand on me even with drying off, and I'd been outside sweating and running around town.

"I have an idea..." he smirked pointing to his room. But I knew his pointing was meant for the bathroom connected to his room.

"Unt unt. What about my hair."

"Wash it while we in there."

"Unt unt."

"Why, you scared?" He teased. That was exactly the reason, I felt like it was way too lovey for our situation, and I didn't want to alter what we had. I liked it the way it was. But I didn't want to admit it and I'm not pussy, Ima thug.

I just walked past him into his room and he followed behind. I acted like he wasn't staring directly at me, even though I could feel his eyes on me as I turned on the shower, stripped off my clothes and stepped in. I went straight under the water trying to get what I could before he would step in.