Chapter 67

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I am BORED. I've been stuck in the house all day and I'm just a little ball of energy. I feel like being an annoying & goofy girlfriend, so I hope Blake isn't tired.

I walked all around the house until Blake came over. I was making my fourth trip around the living room, when the front door opened. I jumped up & down like a child when I saw him come in. He looked at me like I was crazy, but my goofy ass was just excited to see him.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yes! I'm just happy you're heeerrrrrere!" I said running up to hug him, "are you tired?"

"Surprisingly, no."

Thank you BasedGod!!!

"Good! Are you huuungry?"


"I'll make you food!" I twirled over to the refrigerator and pulled some shit out to cook.

"You're in a good mood," he said sitting at the counter.

"I've been cooped up in this house all day. Aaaaand I drank two Dr. Peppers with a bag of skittles, so I'm a little hyper," I confessed.

"Wow Bri! Do you need to drink some water or something?"

"No, I'm fine." I stood by the stove and did a little dance.

It's really crazy how I still get hyper like this at 21 years old.

He chuckled and shook his head, "alright. I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Okaaaaay!" I sang.

He walked over and pecked my lips, but I grabbed him by his shirt and kissed him again. When I pulled away, his knees buckled and he was trying to catch his breath.

"Haaave a nice shower!" I playfully winked at him.

He went in the shower and I started cooking whatever. I ran in my room, got the speakers and went back in the kitchen. I plugged my phone up and picked a song. I danced all around the kitchen while I cooked.

I hope this tires me out because I haven't slept in days and I just wanna go to sleep.


When Blake got out the shower, he walked into my room in just a towel. I slightly tilted my head to the left and watched him walk. He's hawwwt!

He came out wearing gray sweatpants and a white shirt. I was leaning against the sink and watched him walk to the refrigerator. There's always two things you can see when he wears sweatpants: dick print & how big his ass really is. I think he did that purpose.

I walked up behind him and pinched his butt. He turned around and looked at me with his eyebrow raised.

"What was that?" he asked.

"I mean, you're puttin' it out there and I was just taking advantage of that. You got a nice ass for a man, babe; embrace that shit," I said.

"Okay, no more Dr. Pepper for you," he laughed.

"Blake, have you ever twerked before?" I asked, still staring at his butt.

"No," he chuckled.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't do that."

"Blake, you need to put that big ass to use and dance for your girlfriend," I said.

"No thank you."

He turned to walk back to the counter, but I smacked his ass. Baby got cake for days.

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