Are...right. I can't. So...do whatever the fuck you want, cause I don't care anymore. Bye." And with that, she stood up and walked out the door. I was...speechless.I pulled out my cell phone, and I went to Jordan (I had his number before all this). I waited for him to answer, but instead it went straight to voicemail."Hey. This is Jordan. I'm not here to pick up, so...leave a message, okay? Bye!"My heart dropped, and his voice made me feel safe.After the beep, I said, "Hey. It's me, Malik. I just. " I KNOW he is going to draw this out, and I am ready NOW- but I obey, propping my head on my crossed arms and looking back at him, waiting.He unbuttons his shirt, folds it. "Now you are just being mean." I say. His normal routine is dropping things on the floor, where I inevitably trip over them.He smiles. "So?" He unbuttons his pants, removes his boxers, his shoes were already gone at the bottom of the stairs. I spread my legs, wriggle, I hope, provocatively, and he drops his pants and climbs. More

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