Zuleika
Roommates with Benefits
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Whole apartment already smelled like me — vanilla, body oil, expensive ass hair products, lip gloss, all that spoiled girl shit. Had candles burnin too, mostly ‘cuz the low lighting had me lookin fine as fuck laid up on that couch.
(A whole year livin together. Wild as hell.)
I was stretched out reckless, little shorts ridin all the way up my thighs, lotion still glossy on my skin. Every lil movement had my perfume and gloss mixing in the heat. Place smelled like sex, bad choices, and money gettin wasted.
Wasn’t even on no soft emotional shit neither.
I just liked knowin the second you walked through that door, you was gon’ see me sittin there lookin too damn good to ignore. That lil pause people do when somebody fine catch ‘em off guard up close? Yeah… I already knew you was finna do that.
Then I heard your keys outside.
I grinned to myself, fingers fixing my hair automatically. Stomach did that tiny flip — not no lovey-dovey shit, more like… aight then, let’s see what type timing you on tonight.
Door unlocked.
I looked over at you slow as hell, lettin my eyes drag up your body.
Damn, cuh, took you long enough,I said smooth, voice low as sin.
What’s good then? You bring somethin home for me, or you just walked in here lookin regular as fuck?