B E S T F R I E N D | •Tory Lanez ft. Jacquees•

Chapter 20- Slow Motion.

Makyah

As it got darker and later in the evening, Zai's friends came knocking on the door. Barely minutes after the two had arrived, another set of knocks sounded on the front door. More acquaintances of Zai's.

Soon enough, the house had been filled with strangers—both male and female—that even Zaiver swore he didn't know.

Eventually, the four of us had gotten over the fact that Zai's friends had over-extended the invitation—emphasis on the "over-extended".

Instead of dwelling on the matter, we'd turned the music up louder and busted out all the drinking games we could think of. We were all mature adults, so nothing ever got out of hand—except for the occasional disagreement among drunks.

But as the night progressed, nearly half of our guests left while the others, that remained, had moved the party outside by the poolside.

The girls and I had changed into our bikinis, occasionally switching in between swimming and sitting by the edge with our feet dangling as we talked.

"...Gurl, I'm bout to bounce. Y'all see that fine ass nigga. He been eyeing me since he got here." Soon after, she'd abandoned Mani and I, disappearing along with her handsome stranger.

Next had gone Mani, some night and shining armor had come and swept her away from me, leaving me all alone. Which was how my very drunk eyes had ended up gawking at Zai's built chest and abs.

When his eyes had caught me, I quickly averted my gaze, getting up and walking inside the house.

The stairs that led upstairs had been blocked off so that our guests wouldn't get any ideas and because I'd been so drunk, I had no intention of putting in any effort into anything.

And I sure as fuck, didn't want to fall asleep on the couch with strangers in the house so I opted for the couch in the basement. Everything in my vision was blurry, colors weren't distinctive they meddled together into one fucked up looking rainbow.

It felt as if my body couldn't decide if I was drunk or not, symptoms came and went. I'd completely zoned out, so when my body dropped, like a sac, onto Zai's couch, I'd been startled.

I sighed, grabbing the remote off of the coffee table—turning the Tv on.

"What you doing down here?"

I nearly flew from my seat. This paranoia gotta go. "I-I was umm-" I gulped as my eyes wandered over his manly features. I gotta get this together, "I'm getting tired and you know I can't handle my alcohol," I confessed.

He chuckled, the sound rubbled from him like thunder, my thighs clenched.

Damn.

"You too lazy to move allat shit from the stairs?" I nodded. He shrugged, "Coo, what you wanna watch?" He lifted my legs up, sliding underneath before letting them back down.

My nerves seemed to be in overdrive. The heat coming from his body made me want to melt. As the world dissolved around me, the only thing left was the sound of my heartbeat in my ears and the awareness of him sitting so close to me.

My gaze shifted from his body to his lips, the way his super long eyelashes bounced whenever he blinked, and the way his tongue expertly lashed out to wet his lips.

I'd never been so attracted to Malik this way and it scared me to my core. What exactly was happening? Malik had been my first and even then, I'd felt like a sex doll whenever we'd have sex.

He'd get himself off and I'd be left empty and numb, not sure what exactly I was supposed to feel. Let Cedes and Mani tell it, sex was amazing. I mentally shrugged.

This was a decision that I probably should've thought over, but the alcohol was talking.

My consciousness wanted to interfere, but there must've been something in between us if the need was so strong.

I felt my body moving towards him on its own account, in slow motion as I straddled his lap.