I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
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Ashton's pov
"And what are your intentions with my best friend? I know y'all been playin' games and bein' cutesy, but this real now." Daja states, doing her best to sound menacing while continuing for a few minutes, giving a speech nobody asked her to give.
The corners of Joliès' lips twitched upwards as she moved her hands behind her back, standing a bit taller while patiently waiting for Daja to finish her rant.
"Oh, and you bet not bring her home tonight, I'm tryna fuck on Sutton since Mama G not gonna be home." Daja finishes with a wave of her finger while Jo grins like a Cheshire cat.
"I will see what I can do for you, Daja, but that will rely entirely on Ashton. We have yet to see how dinner will go. However, I will try to answer your questions as best as I can." Joliè softly replies.
She takes a step closer to Daja and leans forward to whisper something into her ear that I can't hear from where I'm standing. That was when I made my presence known.
Before I could get a word out, Sutton was already pulling Daja away. Meanwhile, I was busy imprinting on Joliè. Almost like I was a werewolf in those weird Twilight films. And yes, Jacob, imprinting on a child was creeper behavior, and the debate is over. There are no longer teams.
I shook off that thought and moved over to Jo, who was already grinning with her arms wide open to me. "Hi Joliè." I greet timidly as I accept the hug.
"Bonsoir, mon amour. You look lovely." She replied as she hugged me tightly, her body relaxing into mine.
I felt my cheek grow warm as I freely looked over her as we leaned back, but still stayed close. My heart stuttered as my eyes unintentionally got stuck at her black and white tweed skirt. My heart stopped when my eyes rose to her tweed, open-buttoned, cropped jacket that matched.
I swallowed hard as I endlessly stared. The woman knew how to dress, and I swear to god, she also knew exactly how to make it incredibly difficult for me to keep my hormones in check.
"DAMN Joliè, you look the fuck good! You always knew how to wear a fit girl. I need your stylist for real, as long as they gimme a free discount. You game?" Sutton exclaimed as she jumped to Jo, pulling us fully apart.
