𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞|| 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐱𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝

26.

The next day, Willow and Reese were wrapped up in each other at Willow's apartment. They didn't know exactly how they had ended up there, but there they were, just lying in each other's arms. Suddenly, loud banging came from the door, and a feminine voice called out Willow's name over and over again.

"Can you get that for me?" Willow asked, her voice still groggy. Willow, sluggish and not fully awake, was dozing off again.

Reese finally got up and stretched, wearing only a pair of boxers and a sports bra, her hair messy and all over the place, marks visible on her neck. She opened the door to find the light-skinned woman from the bar standing there. The woman looked Reese up and down with a scowl.

"What the fuck is this?" the woman snapped.

Reese stood there, unfazed. "Yo, Willow, come get your girl!" she shouted over her shoulder.

"Just shut the door," Willow called out, getting up and wrapping herself in a towel. She walked over to the door and faced the woman. "Destiny, what are you doing here?" Willow asked.

"So you're here fucking a stud now? And what are those marks on your neck?" Destiny yelled. "Last time I checked, you—" she glanced at Reese—"you're wrapped up in a towel. Did this bitch see you naked?"

"We aren't together, Des, can't you see that? And don't call her a bitch. You're the last person who should be calling someone that. And yeah, she saw me naked. What are you gonna do about it? What you gonna do about them apples?" Willow retorted.

Willow walked up to the door and simply closed it in her face. Destiney continued banging on the door.

Willow opened it again, frustration written on her face. "If you keep banging on my door, I will call the police, and I mean that."

Suddenly, the banging stopped, and it seemed like Destiney had finally left.

"Woke me up out of my damn sleep," Willow muttered as she dragged herself back inside.

Reese started laughing, clearly amused.

"It's not funny, Reese," Willow said, still irritated.

"You're telling me she's never seen you naked? That little goody-good? Now I'm feeling special," Reese teased, a smirk spreading across her face.

"Don't make me make your ass feel unspecial in a moment," Willow shot back smirking.

"Calm down, Jamal," Reese said, holding her hands up in mock surrender, before moving over and gently rubbing Willow's curves, giving her butt a playful squeeze.

"Reese!" Willow dragged out, her tone both exasperated and amused.

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Eventually, Reese and Willow got ready. Reese decided to wear some of Willow's clothes since she didn't have anything of her own. She slipped into an oversized t-shirt and basketball shorts.

In the living room, Reese was flipping through the channels when Willow walked in.

"Reese, why do you have your clothes in my machine with mine? I ain't washing them; I ain't one of your bitches," Willow said.

"I never said you were," Reese replied nonchalantly, turning her attention back to the TV. " you're pass that," Reese said softly.

"Reese," Willow dragged out, "come cook for me..."

"Nope," Reese responded quickly. "I ain't your bitch."

"The last time, you said you could cook better than me," Reese reminded her, raising an eyebrow.