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"๐“๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐š ๐๐š๐ฆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฌ๐š๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ ๐ฒ'๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ... More

๐•ฎ๐–”๐–•๐–ž๐–—๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•บ๐–“๐–Š/๐•ป๐–—๐–Š๐–‘๐–š๐–‰๐–Šโ€ข
๐•ฎ๐–†๐–˜๐–™
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–”โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–—๐–Š๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–š๐–— โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฐ๐–‘๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–‘๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–š๐–—๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Š๐–™๐–Š๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–žโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•บ๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–”โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–๐–—๐–Š๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–”๐–š๐–—โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Ž๐–โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–Š๐–“๐–™๐–ž-๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–žโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•บ๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–”โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–๐–—๐–Š๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–”๐–š๐–—โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–ž๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Ž๐–โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฟ๐–๐–Ž๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–žโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•บ๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–”โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–๐–—๐–Š๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐–‹๐–”๐–š๐–—โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐–‹๐–Ž๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Ž๐–โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–”๐–—๐–™๐–ž-๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–žโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•บ๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–œ๐–”โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฟ๐–๐–—๐–Š๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–”๐–š๐–—โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–›๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•พ๐–Š๐–›๐–Š๐–“โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•ฐ๐–Ž๐–Œ๐–๐–™โ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•ฑ๐–Ž๐–‹๐–™๐–ž-๐•น๐–Ž๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–๐–™๐–žโ€ข
โ€ข๐•ฎ๐–๐–†๐–•๐–™๐–Š๐–— ๐•พ๐–Ž๐–๐–™๐–ž-๐•บ๐–“๐–Šโ€ข
๐•ฐ๐–•๐–Ž๐–‘๐–”๐–Œ๐–š๐–Š ๐•ป๐–™.1
๐•ฐ๐–•๐–Ž๐–‘๐–”๐–Œ๐–š๐–Š ๐•ป๐–™.2
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"Can you file this?" I asked my coworker.

She responded with a friendly nod prompting me to thank her and return back to what I was doing.

I honestly loved working again, and even though I was a little nervous to get back into the field—it was definitely better than sitting home over thinking everything.

Helping people was something I was passionate about, and I think I had forgotten that.

Thankfully for me, unlike my last job—everyone here was professional.

As my phone rang I squinted my eyebrows in confusion.

Nobody called me at work unless it was an emergency—and even then the number wasn't from Javier or André.

I decided to ignore it and continued typing away on the computer.

It was when my phone rang a second time that I knew I had to answer.

"Hello?" I questioned suspiciously.

"Damn, you had a nigga thinking crazy." Clare spoke.

I removed the phone from my ear and gave it a crazy look before responding.

"You're calling already?" I questioned.

"Damn don't sound too excited." He chuckled.

"No I'm happy, it's just—this is the earliest you've ever called, it caught me off guard."

"Remember when I told you I would be gettin' a lil bit more freedom, well..."

"Yeah," I responded.

I had mixed feelings about it honestly, I loved that we could contact each other more, but at what price was what worried me.

"So we can talk—like anytime now?" I questioned.

"Well not exactly—I can call you when ever I'm free basically. It's just that ion really get much free time so..."

"yeah," I responded understandingly.

"I meant to tell you—I'm proud of you for not losing your cool yesterday." I explained.

"Watchu mean?" He questioned.

"Everything that happened between Destins parents, I half expected you to lose it." I said honestly.

"I can't blame you for thinking that, but it wasn't my business. It might not be right—but with everything we got goin on, I'm not tryna stick my nose in anybody else's business."

"I ain't have an issue helping the kid, especially because of how much he means to Jave—but whatever his folks got goin on, that's between them." He spoke

"Yeah, I agree actually." I spoke, "what she's going through is unfair—and I definitely despise domestic abuse, but right now we have a lot in our plate." I added.

"Ay have you heard from Dre—" he paused himself when someone different began talking to him in the background.

"Hol' on Baby." He spoke before the line went completely quiet.

I frowned slightly as my heart rate picked up a bit.

It was most likely nothing serious, but I couldn't help but overthink and panic.

"Hello?" I questioned after the prolonged silence.

"Yeah, im back—listen I gotta go." He sighed.

"I love you." He spoke.

"I love you too," I responded.

"Yeah you betta'," he joked with a chuckle right before the line died.

I smiled and shook my head before returning to the computer in front of me.


"D, I'm sorry about yesterday, I just let marq—," I paused and sighed to myself.

"Ion like that one.." I mumbled.

I'd been standing in front of Destins door for a good 10 minutes trying to come up with the best apology.

I was sorry that I hurt him—but my intentions weren't bad. It was hard to apologize when you don't think you did anything wrong..

I released a breath and raised my fist to knock, before I could though—the door opened slowly, revealing a timid Destin.

"Uh—" I stood stuck in place despite practicing for this exact conversation.

"I Uh—I ain't see you in school today." I said lowly.

He nodded before speaking, "I knew you wanted space so I stayed away."

"It's not like that," I shook my head.

"Then explain Javi, because I'm confused and I feel like it's something I did."

"D you didn't do anything—look it's nothing, I just let Marq get in my head thas all, and I'm sorry, I'm sorry that I made you blame yourself, and I'm sorry that this apology is ass but I'm not really good at them." I said truthfully

"I did get you this though," I spoke, picking up the item beside me.

It was a yellow bin with a bunch of Destins favorite stuff.

"What's that?" He questioned.

"It's a 'sorry I'm a cábron,' basket,"

He dropped his head as a small smile crept in his lips.

"At first I looked on google, how to apologize to your boyfriend but they kept talking about things you didn't like—then I tried girlfriend and it said flowers, but I know you have really bad allergies so—"

My words were cut off when Destin stood on his toes to take my lips in a kiss.

Ironic how this time— I was the one being shut up.

"I forgive you." He said lowly after we broke apart.

We both broke out into a smile before entering the house.

"How do you know I like dark chocolate, I never told you that." He questioned.

"Anytime I see you eat candy it's always a Hershey dark." I said truthfully.

"You noticed that?" He chuckle.

"I notice everything..." I shrugged.

"No you don't?" He teased.

"bet, ask me anything,"

"Hmmmm," he thought, sitting back dramatically.

"Who's my favorite rapper?" He questioned confidently.

"Thassa trick question, you don't like rap—"

"Aha!" He said excitedly.

"—but," I added causing him to drop that confidence immediately.

"Nicki Minaj is your favorite because of how she carries herself." I smirked.

He pouted as he talked, "how do you—, you cheated."

"No, I just listen when you rant, even when you think I'm not."

"Now let's see if you listen to me, who's my favorite ball player, of all time?" I questioned quickly.

"Kobe Bryant," he answered.

"That was too easy, what's my favorite food?"

" you literally like everything," he chuckled, "but it's chicken—fried."

"Well American at least, but if we're including back in Mexico—stuffed peppers." He smirked triumphantly.

"Okay okay, I'll give yo props," I nodded, "but this next question—if you can answer it I'll give you a present."

"okay," he nodded

"What's my biggest turn on?" I questioned.

Of course, he was taken back initially causing me to laugh.

"That's not fair, you're a horn dog! If I breathe a certain way you start getting all—ya know." He defended.

"guess you don't know me as much as I know you." I shrugged.

He squinted his eyes at me in response, "well...what's mine?" He asked.

"Now if I tell you imma have to change my present."

He blushed harshly in response

It wasn't like we'd get caught, his mom had work—and I wanted to make it up to him for being a dick head.

"It's control.." he spoke randomly causing me to raise an eyebrow.

"You like for me to just let go, and trust you. And anytime I do that, and allow you control—you get extra horndogish." He explained.

I chucked to myself before responding, "okay, you do know me."

"Your turn?" He spoke, trying to ignore his embarrassment.

" I can show you better than I can tell you." I spoke, licking my bottom lip.

"We can't—"

His worlds were cut off when I climbed over him and attacked his neck, "it's when I do this."

As I kissed and nipped at his neck his breath sped up, "and this," I continued, picking him up—causing his legs to wrap around my waist.

"Is that why you pick me up so much..." he questioned.

"Maybe," I smirked before laying him back on the bed.

"Javi stop we're gonna get in trouble," he moaned, grabbing a fist full of my curls as I attacked his neck.

"We won't, just let me make it up to you," I spoke in between kisses.

He no longer protested and instead allowed me to continue, "can I try something?" I asked, sitting up.

"um?" He said nervously.

"It'll feel good, trust me.." I winked.

Porn, don't fail me now

I undressed him slowly before taken in the sight.

"Aren't you gonna get undressed?" He questioned.

"It's not about me." I spoke, shaking my head, "close your eyes."

He did as I said without a protest surprisingly allowing me to lay down and position myself.

I gripped at both his thighs before slowly kissing around his entrance.

When I decided to finally give attention to his sweet spot he instantly tensed up.

"O-oh my—,"

I started slowly but just for him but for myself, I didn't know what I was doing, and honestly I just listened and felt for what he reacted to.

His hands once again made their way to my hair, gripping tightly.

"does it feel good?" I questioned.

He didn't respond as his face was contorted in complete pleasure.

"D?" I questioned again, this time my hand made it way to caress his member.

"Y-yes." He responded quickly, arching his back.

I began to move my hand, while still licking a slurping below.

By the sounds he was making—I was doing this right.

"J-Javi.." he moaned out.

"Sí, Pa?" I responded, eyes glossy with lust.

"I-I want..., I want it." He chocked our, lips swollen from his constant biting.

Without hesitation I undressed, grabbing a condom from my wallet and applying it.

As I positioned myself I spoke, "breathe.."

He nodded and did as I said, back arching more and more as I entered.

I groaned at the tightness, kissing at his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

Slowly I began to move, his breath hitching with every thrust.

Don't Nut Don't Nut Don't Nut

I stayed still for a moment, pacing myself before beginning to move.

"You trust me?" I questioned.

He nodded in response since words were too hard to form right now

I grabbed each of his hands and pinned them to the bed as my thrusts sped.

"w-wait" he moaned out, his eyes glossed over.

"It's okay, you can take it bebecito.." I spoke, kissing at his ear gently.

His moans got louder causing me to kiss him, his lips responding instantly with mine.

I then hooked my arms under his legs and stood up, re-entering him after I did so.

Once I had a good grip I began to move, causing him to drop his head instantly in the crook of my neck.

"p-please don't stop." He begged, his lips connected with my neck after he did so.

I didn't respond verbally and Instead sped up my thrusting.

As I got quick he got louder , and while it did make me feel good—If he got louder the entire block would know what we were doing.

Again I muffled him with a kiss, this time laying him back down as I did so.

He opened his eyes and stared deeply into mine as I slowly thrusted.

"say my name D.." I spoke lowly,kissing at his neck.

"J—"

"Say who it belongs to," I spoke, speeding up.

He bit his bottom lip harshly, prompting me to go even faster.

He arched into me as he climaxed, wrapping his arms around me, "y-you."

That's all it took to finish me off and a few seconds later I was laying down beside him, exhausted.

Neither of us said a word, the only audible noises was our quick panting.

"you forgive me?" I questioned, sitting up finally.

He flat faced me in response before breaking out into a laugh.

"I can't believe I said that.." he spoke, blushing harshly.

I smirked proudly in response, "ay don't blame yourself, I just got that effect over you."

"flattering yourself," he laughed, sitting up slowly.

"I am? D do me a favor and grab my pants over there?" I asked, pointing to my jeans across the room.

Seeing him try to walk would be amusing as shit.

He pouted in response, "That's not fair, next time how about you do the—catching." He teased.

"no, never, not happenin'," I said flatly.

"There has nothing going in, up, or around my culo," I laughed, standing up to get dressed.

I threw on my pants and flopped back down on the bed, not bothering to put on a shirt.

After that I sent Mr.Jay a text letting him know where I was, and that I'd be home soon.

While I did that Destin had carefully made his way to the restroom, returning after a couple of minutes.

He crawled up beside me and cuddled against my arm.

"When is your mom getting home?" I questioned.

"I don't know, she's been taking extra hours," he explained.

I decided to leave it alone seeing as how it affected him.

"are you hungry!" He spoke randomly, eager to change the subject.

"no, but I kinda wanna eat chu' again," I winked.

"you're kidding..." he spoke, mouth agape in disbelief.

"I recharge fast bebecito," I shrugged with a chuckle.

"sometimes you sound like an F boy." He teased.

I contorted my face in confusion in response, "what's that?"

"It's what we call guys here that are bad, and only care about themselves—disregarding the hearts they break in the process." He explained.

"that don't sound like me at all." I defended, slightly offended.

"I said you sounded like one, not that you were one." He said smartly.

"you just called me a man whore D, and the only person I'm fuckin' is you." I spoke.

"Wait are you actually mad, I wasn't being serious." He laughed.

"No." I responded flatly.

"Then why is your bottom lip poked out all sulkily." he teased.

I side eyes him causing him to laugh even more which made me roll my eyes.

"Keep laughing, Imma embarrass you." I warned.

"How's that?"he cheesed.

"I can make you beg for it." I said simply.

He shook his head in response before speaking, "you're a permanent horn dog, do you ever bite your tongue?"

"you sure didn't complain when I was doing something else with my tongue.." I shot back.

He pinched me in response causing me to laugh.

"I am kinda hungry now." I said seriously, thinking back to his initial question

"good! I want you to try something" he spoke

"what?"

"You told me you wanted to try tofu a long time ago, and I said you wouldn't like it, well it never hurts to try." He smiled

I stood up and waited for him to do the same with a smirk.

"Nevermind , I hate you." He said sarcastically realizing I was teasing him.

"Get on my back," I laughed.

"You're serious?" He questioned.

"D you weigh nothing, it's fine—go ahead."

He shrugged and gripped on to me securely before I stood up.

"Giddy up cowboy," he teased.

"This not what I had in mind when I thought about you riding me,"

"Javier!"

I chuckled and began walking, laughing continuously as he scolded me.

•RUIN 🥀US•

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