This is Summer

James Joint

"So what do you wanna do?" I say coming out of the bathroom and sit next to him on this spacious black couch.

He puts his phone down. "What do you mean?" He says smirking.

"Not like that, nasty!" I say pushing his shoulder.

"You nasty too, if you knew what I was thinking." He says laughing.

"Anyways." I say blushing as I roll my eyes and tuck my hair behind my ears.

"I mean like can we watch Netflix? Are you gonna smoke? Like what are we gonna do?" I say feeling very shy for some reason.

"We can watch Netflix, but yeah let me go get my shit." He says standing up and going over to his bedroom.

"Can you bring me back a tshirt and some sweats or shorts? I- I wanna get out of this." I say pointing to this tight ass dress I have on.

"Yeah." He says says and disappears to his room leaving me to myself.

I look around the huge suite, and see big glass windows giving a view of the city. A piano in a corner, paintings on the walls, a nice big kitchen, with the floors throughout the suite being white marble. Very nice and simple yet luxurious and modern.

"I got these for you." He says putting his weed and papers down on the coffee table and giving me the clothes. "A shirt and sweats."

"Thank you." I say taking them and standing up.

"You can change in my bathroom if you want." he suggests.

"Alright." I say smiling and scurry off to the bathroom.

I get in side and lock the door, and take a look around. A double sink, a bathtub, and a separate shower. Should I take a shower? I mean I really want to because I feel gross and sticky- yeah you know what I'm gonna take a quick shower.

I take my clothes off really fast, put my hair up so I don't get it wet and I get in the shower. With the warm water hitting me this feels so relaxing that I never want to get out, instead I hurry up and wash my body off with soap and wash my face makeup off. I'm very confident without makeup so its no thing.

I make sure to wash my face twice because I don't need to scare him away with black mascara under my eyes. I get out 10-15 minutes and dry off. I pick up the shirt he gave me and its just a regular white shirt that looks like it hasn't been worn. And the sweats are supposed to be fitted but on me they're baggy.

I check myself in the mirror one more time letting my hair down and fixing it, and folding my dress and hanging the towel up.

I come back out to the living room and see him on his laptop with some reading glasses on, damn he's fine.

"Can I just leave this in your room?" I ask holding up my dress, he nods and stares at me until I come back out the room.

I sit next to him and curl my legs up on the couch, he takes his glasses off and puts his laptop on the coffee table.

"What?" I ask, hoping that I didn't leave black smears under my eyes.

"Nothing, you're just so damn beautiful. Like damn." He says looking me up and down. "With the make up free face you still killing shit." He says with his fist up to his mouth looking so amazed at me.

"You're so annoying," I say laughing. "But thanks."

"Let me take some pictures of you." he says grabbing his iPhone.

"Alright." I say knowing that these pics wont be seen by anybody else. "But do I look okay? Because I dont wanna look at them and it be me looking like shit." I day laughing as I bring my hair to the front.