"finn!"
i jumped up in panic, running toward amirah who called out for me from down the hall.
"what!?"
"does this look infected to you?" she looked towards me with her fingers making a pinching motion on her cheek.
i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in, letting my muscles relax.
"i thought you were dying! what the fuck, don't ever wake me up like that again." i pushed her, but not hard enough to make her tumble over. just enough to shift her body from her original position.
"suck it up! now i need to know if this is infected." she moved her fingers away from the red area on her face.
i looked closer at her obviously irritated skin.
"why does it look like there is stuff on it?" i asked.
"i was washing my face but then i saw this pimple and popped it, so then i put concealer over it to see how it would look but i didn't realize that it was the concealer that broke me out in the first place and now it's burning me." she spoke quickly, almost hard to understand.
"you're the most idiotic person i've ever met." i rolled my eyes and grabbed her face, getting a better look.
i looked at the bump on her face but couldn't help to look at her soft plump lips.
do it
i looked at her eyes, watching her artificial heterochromic eyes flicker to mine.
i let go of her face, giving more distance between the two of us.
pussy
"it's definitely irritated. just leave it alone." i spoke, scratching the back of my neck.
"but it's so annoying to look at." her hands returned to the bump on her face but i slapped them away, scolding her for completely disregarding my suggestions.
she whined, mimicking the childish sound from last night. i gave her a makeup wipe for her to wipe the rest of the makeup off of her pimple.
"thanks." she said quietly and gently rubbed on her skin.
"hurry up and get out, i need to piss." i did the peepee dance, realizing how bad i needed to go.
"just go, i won't look. unless you want me to." she teased, getting closer to the mirror that was attached to the medicine cabinet.
i want you to do more than just look sweetheart
i rolled my eyes acting as if her being in the same room with my exposed dick didn't affect me at all.
"wow finny boy, you're really packing down there." i looked up startled at the comment.
"amirah! what the fuck?!" i screeched, shoving myself back into my boxers once i was done pissing.
"i mean it finn! it's just the right amount of thickness and length. kudos to you!" i facepalmed, hiding the redness in my cheeks.
"oh shit! your soft too?! you're really packing down there huh? i would expect you to be a little bit more cocky about it. you humble piece of shit." she congratulated.
"oh my god i hate you so much." i mumbled, walking out of the bathroom, deciding on washing my hands in the kitchen sink to escape the inappropriate compliments.
holy shit!
she thinks i have a big dick!
i chuckle to myself at my juvenile thoughts and washed my hands with the dish soap that was placed near the sink.
