Strange

24

Jaylen
Jalani's House

After the shower, she takes me to the living room. She's talking about dinner but I'm honestly distracted. Distracted by her body.

She look so good.

"Are you listening?" She asked, making me look up from her stomach.

"Uh no, what were you saying?"

"Do you want to doordash something?" She asked chuckling.

"Oh- yea, we can." I smile.

She smiles back before looking at her phone, "What you want?"

I think- or at least try to. All I can think about is how she had me earlier.

"Uhh mcdonalds, I guess. It's pretty late so." I shrug.

She hums, "What had you distracted so bad, that you ain't hea me talkin?"

"Your body..You expect me not to get distracted by your body and you only got a bra and boxers on? I'm no better than no man." I shake my head.

She bussed out laughing, "My bad, do you want me to cover up?"

I mug her, "No."

She chuckles, "Fix ya face."

I fix it.

"Now, what you want from mcdonalds?" She asked, with a smile.

I tell her my order. When she gets done, she lays down and pull me on top of her.

"You gon stop picking me up and shi."I roll my eyes, but in reality- I like that.

"No, the fuck?" She said, sassily.

I sigh.

"You actin like youn wanna get picked up." She shake her head.

"I don't." I lied.

"Lie again." She chuckled.

"Your accent came out while you were fuckin me. Where you from?" I ask.

"New York." She answered.

"Which part?"

"Brooklyn and Queens."

I hum, "What made you wanna live in florida?"

She shrugs, "Change of scenery."

I hum again.

"Where you from?" She asked.

"Atlanta." I answer.

she scrunch up her face, "What you doin in Tampa?"

"My best friend's birthday." I answer.

"Ohhh."

We just stare at each other until we hear the doorbell ring.

"Cmonn." She said, picking me up.

She been picking me up a lott, is she not getting tired.

"I can walk if I'm getting too heavy." I spoke into her neck, being self conscious.

"You're not heavy, hush that up." She said before placing me on one of the bar stools and pecking my lips.

She walks over to the door and grab our food. She lays it out.

"Thank you." I said before filling my mouth with food.

"No problem. One thing about me is, you gon be fed." She said, eating fries.

I smile, "What about the distance?" I ask.

"That doesn't matter to me, we can FaceTime or I could visit. I could even pay for yours for you to come down hea." She shrug her shoulders.