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gladys

Warm. So warm. Literally sweltering.

Sighing in annoyance, I shifted underneath the sheets and found my body heavier than expected. Thinking it would maybe be better on my side, I attempted to roll over.

A hand clasped my breast, fingers tensing around my nipple, and held me still.

I moaned with a small smile.

He was here. I didn't know when or how, but he was here.

"Stalker," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep.

His warm body spooned against me closer. "Only sometimes."

The sound of a female voice jolted me awake. My eyes shot open.

I turned my head and found myself looking at a pimply face enshrouded by frizzy hair.

Gasping, I jumped up. I yanked the sheets up to my chin and glared at her.

Her hands fell away from me as she slowly sat up.

"What are you doing?" I demanded. "What are you doing in my bed?"

"I just wanted to cuddle," she said, dipping her head in faux demureness.

"You have a girlfriend—my cousin. What the fuck, Alyssa?"

My skin tingled as if felt like her hands were still on me, burning me with their filthy touch.

I shuddered with disgust.

"You touched me!" I hissed.

"Don't be stupid." She rolled her eyes. "You turned and my hand fell there. Chill out, dude."

No.

She was lying.

She touched me on purpose. I knew it with every bone in my body.

Panicking, I pushed the covers off and stood up. I was naked and my towel from last night tangled around my legs.

Her eyes stuck on me as I got up and covered myself with the thin fabric.

"Where are you going?" Alyssa asked.

I ignored her and rushed out of the bedroom.

I stormed down the hall to the master bedroom and knocked on the door with several rapid taps.

There was nothing at first.

Then rustling and a loud curse.

Which was then followed by: "I'm coming! I'm coming! Jesus Christ."

The door swung open and Bernice stood before me in sweatpants and a bralette. Her black curls bounced in a tangled mess around her head, like the rings of Saturn.

She frowned at my disheveled appearance.

"What's wrong, cuz?" she asked.

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