#Chapter69
JESS POV
I stepped into the house, swinging my hips to the sound of the music drumming from my headphones.
I slipped my headphones on in the car, avoiding Aniyah's and Jason's conversation. Yeah, I like to avoid those lovey-dovey conversations that seem to get awkward really quick. Especially when they give each other that 'look'. You know, that 'look' that leads them in to the bedroom.
/"I'm not the type to call you back tomorrow
But the way you wrappin 'round me is a prob../"
I danced into the kitchen and grabbed a spoon and my left over pint of ice cream out of the freezer.
/"Ain't nobody tryna save ya
Baby, get that paper
Probably got a lot of other bitches owe you favors
Pussy so good, I had to save that shit for- SHIT./"
I nearly dropped my spoon from the sudden entrance. I didnt even hear the back door open up. He was standing there, staring at me.
Brent.
