Saturday: 8:45 P. M.
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There's a flash flood watch in effect...between my legs.
No man! One gyal nuh supposed to a undergo suh much water!
The sexual tension between us is so thick, I can cut it with a knife.
Or is it just me?
It can't be just me feeling this way...right?
I stare at the man sitting across from me, with his head buried in his phone.
He seems unfazed.
While I'm over here positively suffocating.
So...it is just me it seems.
Of course.
Why would he be affected?
I'm the one who melts every fucking time he touches me, like an idiot.
I need to get a grip.
Fast.
Seriously.
Before I lose myself.
In him...
"How long before they plan to serve the meal?" the girl sitting beside him asks.
Lucas bites his bottom lip and narrows his brows as if in thought.
She's been trying to build a conversation with him ever since I returned to the table, once I'd finally pulled myself together after the little incident earlier.
For some reason, her being here annoys the hell out of me.
I look at the name tag in front of her.
Zariva. What the hell kind of name is that!?
I roll my eyes as I notice where her gaze is fixed.
How would you feel if you knew that that mouth you're staring at is coated with my pussy juice?
Desperate bitch!
"Since it's a charity event, I guess you have to look like you're suffering first," he says through a coy smile.
She laughs.
Hardy-har-har!
What's so funny?
Lucas looks at me briefly with narrowed eyes before returning to his phone.
My phone buzzes in my clutch and I reluctantly pull it out, preparing to ignore it if it's Odaine calling or texting.
*What's wrong? Ready for round two?*
My heart slams against my rib cage before returning to its original position.
I look away and shield my face.
This man yah dangerous eeh!
*You must be joking, right! 🙄*
My eyes fleet over to him, only to meet his smirking face.
*If you keep staring at me like that, you just might get it. 😏*
*Boy bye!* I type out as a reply to him but can't ignore the ache between my legs.
Girl, you need help.
And some serious cocky too.
*I have something to tell you.*
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Ruin
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