lovers & friends × blake griffin [complete] {editing}

15 × she's back

Blake's POV:

"Babe, come on. We gotta go to the store."

I was so caught up in Christina, I forgot she needed to go to the store. We were supposed to go yesterday, but we were...busy.

"Just five more minutes, pleeease," I said in her ear. "I like being this close to you."

I started kissing her neck and she giggled. "You said that ten minutes ago."

"Alright, fine." I reluctantly got off of her and watched her wobble to the bathroom with a smirk. "You're still wobbling all over the place."

"My God, Blake. Shut up," she laughed. "I'm gonna take a shower."

"Want some company?"

"No, because I know you won't be able to keep your hands to yourself."

"Yes, I will. I promise."

She looked at me skeptically before she finally gave in. "I don't believe you, but come on."

I got out of her bed, picked her up and carried her to the bathroom so we could take a shower.

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I sat on Chris' bed, in just a towel, and watched her get dressed. She put on black leggings, a gray sweatshirt and gray converse to match. She looked so good.

"I love when you wear leggings."

"Why?" she asked, running her hand through her hair.

"Because they make your ass look good."

She smirked. "And how would you know that?"

"I'm always looking. Even when I was with Lauren, I was constantly checking you out," she confessed.

She sat on my lap and faced me. "No you weren't."

"I'm serious. That's why I suggested you try out for volleyball in high school. I liked the way you looked in those little shorts."

"Y'know, my dad was never a fan of those shorts."

"Well I was," I said, licking my lips. "Do you still have those shorts?"

"Boy! Get dressed so we can go," she chuckled, getting off my lap.

I got some clothes out of her top drawer, put them on, and we left for the hardware store.

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"Blake, am I doing this right?" Christina asked, standing at her front door.

She was trying to put her new doorknob on, but I wasn't really paying attention because she was bent over in front of me.

"I don't know. Why don't you move to the left a little." She moved a little, and I bit down on my bottom lip and smirked. "A little more."

She moved some more, and I felt my pants tighten a little.

"That's good."

She turned around, stood up straight and walked up to me to hit me in the chest. "You're not funny."

She finished putting her doorknob on, closed the door, and we went into the living room.

"Do you have anything planned today?" I asked.

"Considering no one knows I'm home yet, no."

"Well, I have to go home in a minute because Ford's coming over. Do you wanna come?"