That thought alone was enough to make his venture over to her house worth the jagged scratch he was certain graced his calf from a random protruding nail on the lattice. Probably wouldn’t hurt to scout around her house and check for any repairs that were necessary. “My lack of clothing’s the main reason why I’d better stay up here.” She licked her lips, making them glisten in the faint moonlight. “Chicken.” She tossed the pillow toward the head of the bed and rose, giving him a nice view of sweet thighs and one butt cheek as she walked toward him. “No one calls me a chicken.” He smiled as she sank down next to him, giving him a whiff of something soft, sweet and seductive. Hell, it could be fabric softener, but it was a real turn-on. “You smell good.” “I bathe.” He heard the smile in her words and instead of making him feel like an old friend, the teasing made the heat in his blood rise and near out of control. “Nice to know.” He dusted the latches of the lunch box with his fingers, humming the theme song from The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
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