“Isn't he f*****g hot?” The girls giggled, ogling at him while sipping from their glasses.
I was ogling just as much. Right from when he made his entrance. His all-black attire was sexy as f**k. And those dark shades and the few locks he braided his hair into. He looked every bit the stud tonight.
Him. Vince Walker. The man of the night.
It was finally his birthday and I've been feeling as crappy as I knew I'd feel if I came here. Been feeling that way since I walked right through the door.
But at the same time, I was glad I came. Seeing him again this close soothed a part of me that had been so cocooned in depression in the last few weeks.
“I know I shouldn't say this, but…the thought of how big he'd be down there always gets me dangerously excited.”
“Keisha!” The other girls gig
