Heat Her Up

“Hey, don’t let that fall.” My cousin warned me as I force the ball into the bin. I don’t think it would fall, either. I grabbed my towel and they both looked at each other as it wiggled. Okay, maybe I should be careful next time. “‘No ba ‘yan!” he mumbles, swaggering his feet on the ground. “You Spaniards. You’re too dumb making this as easy as it supposed to be.” I sighed. “Shut up, you moron.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Oreo...” “It’s Orion, not Oreo. You fool!” I grimaced as I lifted the ball and threw it into his face. But it did not hit his face when he abruptly seized the ball. “Hey, watch out,” Drake yelled. I turn around and the ball bang directly into my face. I felt dizzy—the impact made me drooled to the ground. Drake chuckles as I saw him walked in my direction. My jaw clenched. My hand turned into a fist as my other hand pinched the towel. “You know, I hate someone touch my face,” I move my tongue in my mouth. I will never let this man mess my face. “Bro, I’m just kidding,” he apologized. I smirk. “Kidding? Do you know how hurt that was? Now you touch my face, let’s try your face with this metal.” He looked anxious. “Excuse me?” I heard someone. That wasn’t a voice of a man. It’s a woman. I swiveled around and my jaw dropped as our eyes meet. f**k! This woman is so pretty. I gulp as my sight skid down to her bust. Damn, I wanna cup those. I want to fill her. I wanna heat her up. “Y-yes?” I inquired. She smiles. “Where’s Danco?” Fuck that man. I cleared my throat. “He’s not here,” I replied. She nodded. “I see. Okay, see you around.” I half-smile. “Yeah.” She bites her lips before turning around. My d**k tightens and it would be evident and apparent to my friends’ eyes because I just wear the boxer shorts and the fabric isn’t even thick. No way. I saw her walked into the door until the door left nothing, I hurriedly went into the door just to check where she was going. I licked my lips. I’m gonna make her mine.