The Neighborhood

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"I swear I thought I saw Jesus Christ after that shot," Keith chuckled while I was fighting back tears from another one of his stories.

After the paint ball incident, Keith decided to make himself at home in my room despite my protest of the chances of me getting caught.

So for the last hour and a half, we figured it was best to get to know each other, vibing on a Pandora station that we both agreed on.

Since it was 2 in the morning, we listened to the music through my headphones since everyone was asleep.

Our faces were inches apart so we spoke in whispers.

"You're such a dummy, who told you to mix Vodka, Hennessy and Tequila straight," I wheezed, wiping the fallen tears from my burning cheeks.

He continue to grin watching me unfold in fits of uncontrollable giggling.

My back was touching the bed as my shirt was hiked up revealing my Tuesday panties, my shaved legs lifted up.

We had talked so much, it felt like I could be myself around him.

His hand rested on my expose stomach, rubbing the outline of my belly button soothingly.

When I finally collected my breath we starred at each other. Small goofy smiles rested of both of our faces.

I covered my face with my hands to stop from smiling so hard. He pulled my hands away before kissing my knuckles keeping eyes contact.

My dainty fingers somehow found its way to his earlobe, rubbing it between my index finger and thumb before trailing to the back of his neck rubbing the small hair the peaked or from under his wave cap.

He sighed through his nose at the sensation then taking my open palm and kissing it. I laughed softly his cheesy ways before going back to tracing him.

The hand that rested on my stomach traveled to my braids, his fingers toying with my roots causing my eyes to droop.

The more he continued the more I felt myself drifting away.

"Don't tell me you're going to bed this quickly," he teased but it wasn't hard to hear the tiredness in his voice.

"I wouldn't be if you never started playing with my hair," I remarked, my lashes rested on on my cheeks softly.

His hand stopped the wondrous massage causing me to whine.

I blindly searched for his hand taking it back to my head, to lazy to even look at his reaction.

A deep and husky laugh vibrated throughout the bed, as he took his hand back from me.

"It's getting late, I should go," he sighed before taking the earphone out and sitting up at the end of the bed.

Taking my earphone out also, I mushed my face in my pillow while my right leg lifted to the now empty warmth spot.

"Why don't you just spend the night," I yawned, turning to face him my eyes into slits. My left hand supported the weight of my head as turned in his direction.

Thick milk chocolate legs shined smoothly in low light, soft humming of the house the only thing making noise.

"Because," he stretched his arms upwards as he yawned. Part of his sweater lifted showing off the happy trail on his stomach," I might do something I might regret."

I rolled my eyes as he gestured to my body, giving him the finger.

"What I keep telling you about that," he playfully stated, taking both his lips into his mouth. Crawling over the bed a little to repeatedly placing pinches on my exposed thigh.