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H.E.R C H A P T E R 16
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2:30 A.M
•Christina•
"Stop Jordan, you lil weirdo." I giggled walking over to the fridge getting a blueberry yogurt.
"Nah. You was talking all that shit upstairs, talk shit now." He quickly ran over to me gripping me by my waist.
"Stop." He picked me up sitting me on the cold marble counter. Jordan house wasn't small or big, it was just enough space.
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"Nah." He snatched my yogurt away from me, then started munching on my neck.
"Stop." I tried to push him off of me, but he wouldn't move. It's not like I really wanted him to move anyway. But he didn't have to know that.
He chuckled finally stopping."Shut up. You probably don't want me to move anyway." He sat on a stool in front of me eating my yogurt.
"I really did want you move, ya breathe was stinking." I lied kicking my feet back in forth.
"You always talking shit with that smart ass mouth." He slapped my exposed thigh hard.
"Oww Jordan." I tried to kick him with my feet, but he dodge it.
He got up, throwing the yogurt in the trash. He walked over to me.
"Then stop talking allat' shit." He squeezed me thigh. I blushed moving his hand off of my thigh.
I didn't have any clothes, so I had to wear Jordan big shirt. I didn't mind, because it was comfy. But I did not like wearing his boxers.
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