She Was Like Magic ✓

Chapter 5: Icing on the Cake

Ari

Hey 🍆
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Wassup my wet girl?
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Why do you think im always wet? smh 🙄
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Because you always get wet talking to me 😏
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A bit full of ourselves arent we? 😂
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If im going to fill you right up then i have every right to be dont i? 💨💨💨
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OMG that is not why i texted you. What i was going to say was do you wanna come over and help me make cupcakes?
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Only if you wear nothing but an apron 😍
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HELL NO. We are not getting it on at our COMMUNAL kitchen counter. I live with other roommates
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Hey, I didnt say the kitchen counter, you said it baby. I was thinking your bed but thats fine with me if you wanna spice things up. Im game. Can you just imagine us on the worktop? FUCK
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Yeah, and you know what? Ill wear one of those aprons that has a womans naked body on it and nothing else will be on my body 😉
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FUCKKKKKK. REALLY??!!!
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NO! Now get your ass over here so i can bake
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Hahahaha okay chill baby. Be there in 10. Youre such a shit btw
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I know 😏
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I walked down the hall and saw the kitchen door open with Sierra biting her lip and looking at her phone with scrutiny. I stood there and watched as she was unaware of me arriving. She put her phone down and shuffled around in the cupboards and pulled some flour out.

"Okay, that's the flour done" she spoke to herself. I chuckled, it was adorable.

"And that's all we need?" I questioned. She looked up at me and smiled instantly like she had been waiting.

"There you are, I've been waiting for you" she said in a low tone. Assumption correct.

"You have?" I slowly took a step towards her with my hands in my jean pockets and gave her a lazy smirk.

I didn't know about the cupcakes we would make, but she looked delicious in grey sweatpants with drawstrings and a white tank top that rested just above her waist showing a slight line of her olive skin at her stomach. I swallowed a breath.

I got so close to her and reached out my hands and tugged on her sweatpants' drawstrings and pulled her right up against me "Better make it up to you for making you wait" I huskily whispered as I neared her lips.

She threw her head back and laughed and I ran my eyes over her neck. I wanted my next fix RIGHT NOW.

She brought her head back up and within a split second her eyes turned darker and she became serious "Or maybe" she leaned in pressing herself right up against and me and running a finger down one of my cheeks "we should finish what we started the other day at lunch"

I shivered. I FUCKING shivered. Her tone of voice was so low, so sensual, like she knew exactly what decibel to use to fuck me over.

But she moved back a few steps and smirked at me "But, you know that's not why I called you here. My friend needs help in her bake sale to raise money for her society and you need to help me"