you and carti was performing on stage your song together, as his part of song ended, you showed up on stage in that white sparkling dress, looking like absolute angel. you were singing your part, dancing, so he couldn't resist and came closer to wrap his hand around your waist placing it on your butt, and other hand hold the mic. the crowd went crazy...
carti smiled as he looked at you in that white sparkling dress. his hand on your waist and his other hand holding the mic he started singing his verse with you. the crowd was going insane, watching the chemistry between the two of you on the stage. he pulled you closer to him, eyeing you how good you looked.
he couldn't take his eyes off you as you playfully twerked during your part of performance, his gaze was completely taken over by your beauty and allure. his hand still on your waist, he pulled you closer to him, his smile growing even wider. the crowd was going wild, cheers and screams filled the air as he continued singing his verse, his eyes never leaving you.
as he buried his head in your neck, he couldn't help but smile, enjoying this moment with you on the stage. the chemistry between the two of you was undeniable, even though you were just teasing the fans with this flirt game for your upcoming album together. the crowd was going crazy, they loved it, and you could see it in their faces that they were eating up this performance.
as concert ended, you two went to backstage... you fall on couch removing your high heels
"damn...that big ass heels got me weak..." — you groaned.he chuckled as he watched you fall onto the couch, taking off your heels. he sat down next to you and playfully said
"aye, don't blame those heels. it ain't their fault you got weak ankles." — he smirked, his eyes roaming over your tired but still beautiful figure.
"shut up, you try to dance with them for few songs straight at first!" — you reply playfully throwing at him a pillow from couch, where you sitting.
he laughs and jokingly puts his hands up in defense as you throw a pillow at him. he catches it and tosses it back at you.
"yo chill, relax before your lil angry ass knock me out wit a cushion." — he jokingly teases, his smirk still in place as he looks at you on the couch next to him.
as you rested on the couch, putting your legs on the ottoman, his eyes casually glanced down at your toes, noticing your pretty french pedicure.
"damn, those toes lookin' nice." — he says with a chuckle, a sly smirk on his face as he teased you...
"you gotta foot fetish or sum..?" — you chuckle, sipping water from bottle.
he laughs heartily and playfully rolls his eyes.
"nah, nah, ain't no foot fetish here. just appreciating the finer things in life, that's all." — he smirks and reaches over, playfully tapping the tips of your toes with his fingers.
"that's kinda sounds like a lie" — you smile, begin massaging your legs, to calm the pain.
he smirks and shakes his head, leaning back on the couch. he watched you massaging your legs, his expression softening a bit.
"i'm just messin' with you. but i ain't gonna lie, those toes lookin' good. they look mad soft." — he grins, his eyes still fixated on your feet.
"well then massage them" — you smile jokingly.
he raises an eyebrow and grins, clearly amused by your playful request.
"oh, so you want me to massage your lil toes now? aight, bet." — he leans in closer to you, gently grabbing one of your feet in his hands and starting to give it a light massage.