Leo

Josephine opens the door for me wearing a tank that's tight over her breasts and pajama shorts that are way too short.

This time, I don't hide how my eyes trail down her figure. I notice the way her chest is raising with every breath she takes. I can see the outline of her nipples. Her shorts leave almost nothing to the imagination. Luscious milky skin that I can still feel the ghost of from yesterday as I kissed her there.

I couldn't really sleep last night. I kept replaying our kiss. Multiple kisses.

The way her eyes were practically begging me to kiss her... fuck, I'm a goner.

I wanted to just ravish her with my lips and hands, but I didn't want to scare her off. We still have plenty of time to do that.

I want to take my time with Josephine.

I close the door and watch how she gives me an almost shy smile. She subtly lifts her face up and I cup her cheeks with my palms and angle her face better.

Her hands come up and grip my wrists. She's waiting for me to take the lead here and I gladly do.

I slowly lower my face to hers, my eyes focused on her lips.

Those fucking lips I've wanted to kiss ever since I saw her. They're full and soft. So fucking soft I couldn't stop myself from imagining what they'd feel like wrapped around my cock as I was in bed last night.

I flick my tongue over her lower lip and her fingers dig into my skin. My teeth sink softly into her lip before smoothing the bite with my tongue.

Our lips move sensually against each other and one of my hands moves to her waist, pulling her flush to me.

My tongue pushes against her seam, and she opens her mouth to me. I caress her mouth, sampling her taste.

Why didn't we do this sooner?

Her lips are soft against mine and her hands travel to around my waist. She raises to the tips of her toes and a groan scratches against the back of my throat.

I want to kiss every inch of her body. I want to bury myself so deep inside her and watch her unravel from pleasure.

But I also want to treasure every touch and every moment with her.

So I pull back after one last peck.

"Hi." My voice comes out deep.

"Hi." She giggles, her eyes bright and her lips swollen.

I give her forehead a kiss, then clasp her hand. "Where are we watching the movie?"

"My bedroom." She starts walking in that direction and I don't feel bad this time when I watch how her ass bounces with every step in those barely there satin shorts.

"What movie are we watching?" I ask.

"A thriller." She glances behind her shoulder with a gleam, and she catches me ogling her plump ass.

She lets go of my hand and sits on her vanity stool when we enter her bedroom.

Before I can ask her what she's doing, she answers me. "I still need to do my skin care routine."

"You mean a face mask?" I ask as I settle on her bed.

She laughs as she grabs a product. "No, I mean as in a moisturizer. Serums, vitamins, face creams..."

Before I can say something about a different type of face cream, she opens the little glass bottle, and a pipette comes into view. "What are you concocting?"

She squeezes a few drops into her palm and starts applying that to her face.

"This is a serum." She tells me.

"Cool." I literally have zero knowledge about this stuff.

She gives me a look in the mirror. "It's hydrating."

I nod as I continue watching her apply a few products on her face.

She's effortlessly beautiful without a drop of makeup. But I love it when she applies red lipstick. It makes her look even hotter than she already is.

She claps her hands once before crawling on top of the bed. I lift my arm and she nuzzles her body into mine.

"All done?" I ask as I grab her laptop.

"Yup. Gotta keep my face healthy and pretty."

Abandoning the laptop, I turn her face to me with a finger and look at her.

Her cheeks are baby smooth and have a reddish hue to them. Her skin is slick with all the products she applied. There is a faint dusting of freckles on her nose. Her eyelashes are dark and long, making her eyes appear so much more alluring.

"You have perfect skin."

"I know." She smiles. "But I didn't always. In high school, I had a lot of acne. Good thing my mother is friends with a dermatologist and she immediately prescribed me medicine."

I push back her bangs behind her ear and smile. "Everyone had acne when they were younger."

"Did you?" She narrows her eyes.

I leave a faint kiss on her nose before answering. "Not really."

"You should be thankful." She rests her hand on my thigh. "I was the typical nerd back then. I was always carrying books in my hands, always wore my uniform like I was supposed to and on top of that, I had acne."

"I can't imagine you as a nerd." I chuckle and pull at her thigh so her leg is resting between my legs.

Her body trembles against mine when I give her upper thigh a squeeze, but she masks her reaction by rolling her eyes. "So what, you rarely wash your face and still have perfect skin?" She questions me.

"I do wash my face." I say. Then, "At least when I'm home."

She groans. "At least you use spf every day, right?"

"Right..." I get lost in her hazel eyes for a moment. "When I'm on duty, I can't always apply sunscreen."

"There are sprays nowadays."

I shake my head. "Spf is the last thing on my mind when I'm focused on my surroundings."

Talking about my time in the army with her doesn't make me feel uneasy, like when I talk with my family about it.

With Josephine, I can say whatever and she won't feel sad or pity for me. With my mother or brother, they listen closely to every word I say and try to decipher it.

"Hmm." She grabs my chin and turns it left and right as she examines my face. "You have great skin, though."

"Thanks." I grin.

"Okay, start the film." She directs, and I hit play on the movie.

Fifteen minutes in, she rests her head on my chest and hugs my waist as she gets more comfortable.

My phone buzzes with a text message, and I frown when I see it's from Nicole. She almost never texts.

Nic: LoLooooo

Can u pick me up tmr? I'm bored and I miss u

I've learned most abbreviations. Like how 'tmr' means tomorrow.

I reply.

Me: Where are you?

Nic: this weird ass town outside of Miami
there was supposed to be an orgy but i was the only girl
ewww

I'm not sure if she's joking or not. Nicole has a unique sense of humor and sometimes even I don't know whether or not she's being serious.

Me: Is this a joke or what? Do you really need me to pick you up?

Nic: no. yes

Me: Fine. Send me the address

Josephine peers at me with a questioning look. I kiss the top of her head and she settles back.

Me: I'm bringing someone with me though

She instantly replies.

Nic: no
If it's Mateo ill kill you

Me: it's not. See you tmr

She sends back a middle finger emoji. Then a heart. I kind of want to bring Mateo along just to spite her.

"Josephine." I nudge her. But she doesn't budge. "Honey." I say more loudly.

"Hmm?" She's half asleep.

"What do you say about a road trip tomorrow?"

This wakes her up fully. She smiles as she says, "I'm down."