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Amari

"Okay I'm done." I said climbing off of Justin.

"Why?" He whined. "One more."

He grabbed my waist to keep me from moving.

"No. My fingers hurt." I laughed. "I'm done massaging you. Massage my back."

"Yes ma'am." He said all too quickly.

"Never mind!" I screamed as he flipped us and climbed on top of me.

He started pressing into my back.

"I'll massage anything you want me too, just so you know." He said moving his hands beneath my shirt.

"I know you would." I said into the pillow. "Which is why I never ask you to."

"Did I hear full body? Deep tissue?" He asked.

"No." I laughed.

"Bueno, creo que no hablo inglés entonces, eh?" He laughed. (Good thing I don't speak English then, huh?)

"Screw you." I mumbled as he karate chopped my back.

"Yes please." He said blowing on the back of my neck.

I shrugged my shoulders to my ears and flipped beneath him.

"Stop." I laughed. "How old are you?"

"Over 18, baby." He smiled down at me.

"Are you sure? You act like a six year old." I laughed.

"I'm positive." He nodded. "Can I get a kiss?"

"No." I rolled my eyes.

"Alright. Keep treating me bad." He said climbing off of me. "Watch what's gonna happen."

"What's gonna happen?" I asked as I watched him go over to the balcony doors and pull them shut.

"I'm gonna ruin your summer." He said pulling the curtains shut.

"Now why would you do something like that? That's just childish." I said sitting up.

"Yeah, alright. You think so." He said. "Your friends are gonna be clubbing and you're gonna be here mad and pregnant."

"Justin." I said seriously.

"Quit being mean to me then. You think I won't do it? I will." He laughed. "I'm not scared. We can afford it."

"Justin, I will move in with my Mom and leave you. I swear." I said.

"So? 9 months and 18 years, baby." He said coming over to rub my stomach. "Little Justin."

"I hate you so much." I laughed pushing his hand away.

"And that hate is what's gonna have you walking around here with fat ankles and tired feet." He said. "Don't test me."

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