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Lighting a teakwood mahogany candle from bath and body works, Aimee sat the candle lighter on top of the fireplace stepping back.
Nervously glancing over at herself through the full body mirror in the corner of her living room, Aimee bit her lip.
She was currently preparing for Jayce to come over. It's been two weeks since they've last spoke to each other as well as seen each other. Aimee would be lying if she said she didn't miss him, she was ready to start working towards forgiveness.
Aimee invited Jayce over so they could properly talk about everything that's going on.
Was it a good idea to make the setting intimate? Probably not but she wanted things to be comfortable between them, she couldn't handle the tension so she figured setting things up this way will make the atmosphere calm.
Slow jams played at a moderate tune since Bryce was in her bedroom sleep.
Hearing her phone ding she glanced at it seeing that Jayce had sent a text informing her that he was outside.
Adjusting her silk pajama pants, Aimee hurried to the door pulling it open.
Jayce was approaching the door with a black duffle bag in his hand.
"Fuck". He grumbled now face to face with her.
The look in his eyes was enough to make her blush as he checked her out. Her black tresses with blonde highlights freshly curled, her skin glowing from her facial care routine she had previously did. Her fresh face always did something to him.
"Hi Jayce". Aimee shyly smiled getting goosebumps from his stares.
"You look so fucking good baby, this shit gone be hard". He groaned wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Can I kiss you?". He mumbled bending down his lips inches away from hers.
Nodding without hesitation, Aimee met him halfway.
What started off as a sweet peck quickly deepened as Jayce parted her lips sliding his tongue inside.
Pushing them inside of the house, Jayce used his foot to close the door. Dropping the duffle, he used his hands to palm her ass firmly gripping it.
As much as Aimee wanted to continue—and wanted more, she knew they needed to stop.
"M-Mhn Jayce we got to stop". She moans out as his lips found their way to her neck.
"Promise me before the night is over I can taste you, cause you look so fucking edible Mei". Gasping at his statement Aimee could have folded right then and there.
"Can I taste what's mine? Mhn". He played with the waistband of her pants. "J-Jayce please let's talk first".
Nodding he let her go making sure to lock the door behind him.
