On the counter.
In the shower.
In the shower again.
And, on the bed.
I was sure the foam remembered me well.
The dress hugged me tightly around the waist and hips. It was sleeveless, backless, and strapless. It was held up by the skin of my breasts.
Click.
Clack.
Click.
Clack.
I stood in front of the alarm’s hub. One tap and the front of the condo was in my view. My brows furrowed as I made note of the three figures standing near the door.
The camera’s feed wasn’t satisfying enough. I needed to lay eyes on the visitors.
Click.
Clack.
I opened the front door and was greeted by a slick smile and open arms.
“Milo!”
His long arms wrapped around me. As he stepped forward, I stepped back. The door closed shortly after our entrance. I was too wrapped up in his presence to note who had sealed it.
“What’s good, sis?”
I was released against my will, but I accepted my fate and fell into a new set of arms.
“Lawe!”
“What’s up, cuz?”
He rocked my body from one side to the other before letting me go.
“It’s so good to see you.”
The third pair of arms remained at their owner’s side. His hands were pushed into his pockets. His light skin and pleasant features hardened my nipples. I racked my brain trying to figure out if I was violating some type of unwritten code or rules.
“When you enter someone’s home, you open your mouth and speak,” I reminded the third guest.
“This ain’t your home, love,” he reminded me.
He removed a hand from his pocket to twirl the toothpick between his teeth.
“It’s mine while I’m in it.”
“I’m exempt from hugs and I’m not complaining. Follow suit.”
“Fuck you.”
