nineteen
Blake
I’mgrinning from ear toear, watching as Cleo scurries away. I snicker as she trips on her way to the dressing room and smile to my self at her clumsiness.
Being at the mall on a random Wednesday,watchinga pretty girl play dressup,was not how I intended for my afternoon to go.Hell,I thoughtI’djustsit in my room and build a new LEGO setbutwhenCleotexted me about going to the mall, Icouldn’tresist the chance to hang out with her.
I’mon my phone scrolling aimlessly through the most recent trending topic on Twitter, scoffing at the outlandish things that they have to say about my sister yet again.
Who cares ifshe’sdating that F1 guy now? Get a life people!
The term homie-hopper and Jules Avery go hand in hand, thissupermodelis now seenwith Eren Marlowe,although, we've recently spotted her smooching Twisted Vipers drummer—
I'm getting a migraine just reading that shit.
Shutting my phone off, I sigh in frustration at the nerve of that journalist. My sister and Eren arenottogether, they've been friends since forever and besides, she’dnever do that.
Iput my head in my hands, tugging lightly at the strands.I’mso deep in my thoughts about my sister that Idon’tnoticeCleo in front of me until her feet are in my line of view. When I look up at her,I’mimmediately at a loss for words.
She is beautiful.
Cleo’slooking down at her phone, herstraightened hair no longer bound by that weird pink thing.Hand Clip?Hair holder?I thinkit’s something like that.Anyways,she stands in front of me in a red dress that hugs her every curve, highlighting her chest, and extenuating her round hips.The dressis meantto look simple,basiceven,but the wordsbasicand Cleo Jonesdon’t exist in the same sentence, let alone universe. And it may be becauseI’mtaking a veryverysmall liking to her that I think this.
Who am I kidding? We all know I fucking like her.
Fuck.
What do I do?I’mstaring up at her like a gaping fish out of water.
C’mon, Blake... say something… anything.I’mabout to open my mouth to try and speak when Cleo twirls around, her back exposed, a hint of a tattoo peaks from the bottom of the opened zipper and I groan, immediately peeling my eyes away.
Fuck me.
There’sno way inhellI’mgoing to sport a hard-on with her in front of me.
“Can you zip me up?”she asks softly, pulling her hair to the side.
I gulp as I look up at the soft expand of her body, athin red laced bra wraps around her back. The color glows off her brown skin, catching my breath. I look down at my damn near shaking handsthenback up at the zipper.
Why does this feel like my first time seeing a girl naked?She’sfully clothed in front of me!
Get a grip, Wilder.She’sjust a girl.Nothing to be scared of…
I clear my throat, slowly rising.Cleo’ssoclose,I can smell the sweetness of her candy-like perfume. I sigh as the scent intoxicates me before lifting a shaky hand to her zipper.
We’reso close that her body heat warms meandwhen my fingers brush against her bare skin, she shudders. I have the same effect on her that she has on me.
I take my time as I zipup the dress, smirking as she goosebumps rise along her back and neck.
“Cold?” I ask, my voice deeper than usual.
“Nope!”Cleo jumps awayrushingback to the dressing room, leaving me amused and breathless.
I grin cheekily as I watch her leave and sit back down, adjusting myself on the couch. Itisn’tuntilshe’sfullygone that I realize her phone is still beside me,I’mabout to take it back to her when it buzzes, lighting up the lock screen with several messages.
Unknown
i’m watching you Jones
