WEST COAST 18+

33.

W E S T C O A S T

Daniela had recently come home from work, rummaging through her purse for her keys. She was on the porch alone, headphones blasting after getting out of the Uber. Daniela paid no attention to those in the streets, nor the person coming up behind her. If she had turned around in just two seconds, her soul wouldn't have jumped out of her body at the touch of someone's hands at her waist.

Her keys slipped from her fingers, panic skyrocketing before she recognized the tattooed arms. Daniela paused her music by clicking the button. "You just scared the shit out of me," she pants, gripping her chest to keep it from escaping.

"I wouldn't have scared you if you had these off," Enrique mentions, tugging at the wires to her earphones. "What I say about doing that?"

Daniela leaned her body against him with his cheek on hers, excusing, "It was two seconds."

"All the time somebody needs to hurt you," Enrique said, Daniela removing each bud from her ear.

Daniela turns her head to get a look at Enrique behind her, fizzy from the inside out when she says, "You all up on me."

"You like me all up on you. Holding you close, squeezing you tight," Enrique doing just that with his arms locked around her, making her insides burst.

"I really don't," Daniela lies like she wasn't loving his body warmth. Feeling his hands slide up her stomach until they cupped her boobs, Daniela gasps, "Stooop, my mom has a ring camera now."

"You lying." Enrique ain't believe her until she pointed to it, the camera in the cut. His hands quickly fell from her tits. "Why ain't say something before?" Daniela laughs as he steps back from her, Daniela facing him. "How long she had this?" thinking about all the times he felt up on Daniela on this exact porch.

"A week now. She ain't even tell me until today, so who knows what's on that bad boy."

Enrique stares down at her, "you do know you gotta get that login and erase shit, right?"

"I asked her to text it to me today. I'll start deleting when I get in," she assures, picking up her house keys. There's been someone taking packages off their property, so Mrs. Parker's purpose was to find out who it was and catch them before they got far.

"Take these boy jeans off," Enrique voices with disgust on his face, looping his finger at her jeans, yanking them up and down.

Daniela leaves the key in the hole to twirl around. "These are not boy jeans, Enrique."

"Turn around and let me see the tag." Enrique forced her to turn around, Daniela pressing her palm at the back of her jeans to hide the tag.

"Alright! They're boy jeans," she confesses, "but they cute on me," Enrique letting her go.

"No, they're baggy and unappealing," Enrique sized her, "ass looking long as hell in these."

Daniela covers her ass and inhales sharply, "Stop making fun of me," facing him.

Enrique demands, "Take em' off when we get inside."

"I don't tell you what to wear."

"Cause there's never an issue with what I wear. You, on the other hand, don't need to be wearing these shits." Enrique would love to see her wearing anything, just not men's jeans. He hated them on her.

"So what should I wear then? Booty shorts?" desperate for answers.

"Is this supposed to be a trick question?" Enrique stares confused because hell yeah she should be in some tight shorts. The ones that cut into the crease of her thighs. He liked those.