I don't care about a argument, I'll still be here tomorrow, for you, I got the room up in the city, we can lay, finish the bottle - Russ x Ain't Nobody Taking My Baby
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"Please stopppp" Jasmine laughed as Odell kept tickling her. Odell hovered over her and laughed as she held his hands in fear. One thing Jasmine hated was being tickled.
"Say sorry then." He said looking over her. He had been tickling her for five minutes now because she had smacked his butt while he was brushing his teeth.
"I'm sorry." She said, still gripping his arms. Finally, Odell got off of her and sat up on the bed.
"Sorry that you a punk ass boy." Jasmine mumbled. She said sitting up beside Odell.
Odell pushed her off the bed causing them both to laugh.
Things were good between the two of them. Odell was thriving as rookie on the team, and Jasmine was starting school next week at a university close by.
"Was all that necessary over me touching your little butt?" Jasmine said laughing a little, while getting up.
"I don't play that gay shit Jas." He said with a straight face. Odell hated when she did that shit.
Jasmine just laughed and straddled Odell's lap beginning to play with his beard. Odell instantly placed one hand on her waist and the other on her butt. They were so comfortable around each other , which Odell loved. He never even imagined himself being in another relationship, but being with Jasmine made him happy that he chose her to do it with.
"You hungry baby?" Odell asked while looking up at her. Jasmine nodded. "Good, let's cook."
"You can't even cook." She laughed.
"Better than you." He replied with a smirk.
"Let's make a bet then." He suggested. Jasmine simply shrugged.
"If I win, I want a little lap dance." Odell couldn't get the one time Jasmine actually did dance for him out of his mind. He loved it and wanted to see it again.
"Alright, and if I win, I want a foot massage pass that's good for up to three times." She said.
"That's no problem."
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"Don't hit my line, asking why my number in yo nigga shit, you wasting ya time, you probably should've asked that nigga bitch!" Jasmine loudly rapped along to Kash Doll.
Odell just laughed and kept stirring his Mac and cheese. He was attempting to cook baked Mac and cheese to go along with the barbecue ribs Jasmine was making. He'd only seen it done by his mom a couple times but he was sure he knew what he was doing.
"That nigga don't even know you, no contacts, no photos, never seen em, in the daylight, do you know what the nigga really look like?" Jasmine held her spoon to her mouth while getting all ratchet in Odell's face.
