Still as handsome as ever, his now waist-length hair was no longer than his collarbone, and his angular features softened with just a bit of baby fat. Six-foot-three, pure sexy, yet humble, above it all? She just knew his dick was of monstrous proportions. Brazil made it known how badly she wanted to climb that man but the most he'd do was laugh a little then shake his head shyly.
And while it was clear Maze was his number one, she'd catch him sneaking glances at her on rare occasions, probably curious about those rumors floating around. What could she say? She was a man eater.
"So why aren't you guys like... fucking?" They had downed a few shots of alcohol at the local bar, their tiki mask shot glasses in their favorite colors and facing one another's. Brazil was in the middle like a proper third wheel.
"Maui is my best friend. I don't wanna ruin what we have."
"And what's your explanation?"
"What she said, I guess."
"But you guys are practically a couple already. He's never not over to the apartment, you sleep in the same bed, he watches you at work... C'mon."
Maze explained. "There's a lot we haven't done, though."
"What, oral?"
He barked a laugh. "Definitely not that. We haven't even kissed before."
"Oh. Oh wow. That's definitely news to me. Even I've kissed Maze."
Blu gave a surprised look.
"Here's a tip, hot girls kiss each other all the time. It only takes a few drinks." She turned in her seat. "Come here, gatinha." Brasilia pulled Maze in for a sultry kiss, their tongues swirling around in each other's mouths in a way that made a few bar-goers stop in their tracks. Maze held her face to deepen their impromptu make out session while he watched, captivated.
"Wifey for lifey." Maze giggled.
Blu's voice was heavy when he spoke again. "Damn, what else do you do when I'm not around?"
"We get our lashes done and our coochies waxed. We would've had matching nipple piercings but Maze here," she held her arm out like she was presenting a display, "chickened out last minute."
"That scream you let out was enough to turn me all the way off."
"Hurt like a bitch at first. But now? No regrets. Wanna see?"
Enthusiastically, he nodded.
"Come back to the resort with us."
So it was all three of them sitting on a queen-sized bed as Brazil let Blu observe her piercings. "Sexy, right?"
"Very."
He was being more vocal than usual, thanks to those strong ass drinks the bartender was pumping out, she knew he wasn't blind or deaf to her advances, he was just keeping his eyes on the prize, so to speak. Said prize had grown awfully quiet since they headed upstairs.
Brazil sighed. "Here she goes."
"What?" Maze asked.
"Girl. Don't play dumb. You're doing that thing that you do anytime anyone that isn't you flirts with Blu."
"I'm literally just sitting here."
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Romanceevery single night, Blu thought about her, she sat inside him like bones. her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her cry; he could never get her out of his head. Maze Grant. but she wasn't the girl next door- she was his roommate- and she was far more than...
