Page 56 of Craved By Lust

“I’ll wash your back if you need me to!” I curl my lip, whispering, mimicking him like the SpongeBob meme.Ugh!

What the hell?! Am I that damn undesirable that a man can massage my ass and kiss me and shit, but he’s really treating me like nothing but a friend. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disappointed or offended in my life.

Shouldn’t he be trying to bust it open or something? I mean, aren’t most guys like that? At least, most of the guys I know are.Hell, I’ve been around more than I’d like to admit so I know, but Frank has to be the chillest dude I’ve ever come across. He’s got to have the lowest libido I’ve ever seen.Wait?

Why do I even care if Frank has a low libido? He and I are only friends, and outside of a little kissing, and well, sometimes he calls me wife and baby, but friends call each other that. Hell, Faythe calls me and Bebe her wifey all the time.

So does him acting like this towards me mean he treats all the girls he knows like this? Maybe I’m nothing special?I shake the thought from my head because I have never seen Frank treat anyone like this. He must like me in some deeper way, but he’s not fully letting on. I mean, he has to…right?

But if Frank likes me, he’d have shown me that he wanted more. He’s never even given me an indication of wanting something more than kisses and friendship. It sounds stupid, but niggas talk out they ass all the mother fucking time without meaning shit, so I don’t think I’m being weird questioning all of this shit he’s going out of his way to do for me.

Any girl would feel the same way I do about a sweetheart of a guy who treats them better than any man in their entire life and makes them feel like a princess. They would fall head over heels for the guy probably harder than I have.Even though I have only known Frank for what, like six damn days?!

I groan, realizing that it hasn’t even been a full week and I’m over here acting like it’s been years and this man ought to be dropping on his knees proposing! I need to get a grip.

This might just be residual sexual frustration from psyching myself up when I was going to give Matt some coochie.Yeah, that’s got to be it!

I stand, stepping out of the tub that’s directly in the shower, letting my mind wander as I turn on the water, letting it beat over my completely relaxed muscles. My brain hurts, and I hate to say it but so does my heart. I clutch my chest as I let the water run over me, but I take a second and marvel at how soft my skin is.Damn, what kind of oil did he use?

And what’s more, the soaps smell divine, and they’re not drying at all. My skin has never felt so rejuvenated and the scent makes calms and relaxes me.

Maybe it’s the shower, but I don’t want to think anymore. I just want to sleep. Today has already been a long day.

I step out on the stone-like mat that soaks the water under my feet like it’s not even there and dry myself on a towel that has to be better than even the best luxury towel I’ve used when going to a hotel for an away game.Damn… I’on give a fuck what nobody say, you can always tell people who got money money and people who just grand stepping and high capping based on how they towels feel!And this confirms it. Frank ass has money money!

I wrap my braids in a towel to dry them and go to grab for my clothes, but stop when I realize I never brought any in.Shit.

“Uhm… Frank…” I call out to see if he’s still in the room, but he’s not based on the fact that I haven’t heard him move around for a while.Damn, do I have to walk out of here with the sweaty robe I walked in here?

But then I think about the closet he had taken the robe from in the first place, and it seemed to have a bunch of clothes in there. I take the towel and wrap it around my body and peek out into the gym, shocked first and foremost because not only did he really clean everything up to a fucking T, but it smells so good in here too.

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, loving the lemon and leather combo of the room.

“Damnit, focus! We’re on operation clothes!” I mutter to myself and check my surroundings before tiptoeing like Tom ass when he was trying to get Jerry all the way over to the closet, which feels far as fuck. When I get to it, I wrench it open and my eyes go wide when I see a shit ton of clothes, but not just any clothes. Clothes that suit me. I glance around, raking in everything an athlete would dream of wanting, from the shoes to the athleisure wear, hoodies, copper infused compression sleeves, thermals and more. Hell, even the shoes are my size, nine and a half wide.What the hell?

I run my hands over the clothes that are oddly familiar and then I grasp a pair of leggings that I remember seeing in the fancy store but practically had to beg Frank not to buy since they had me fucked up charging three hundred and fifty dollars for a regular shmegular pair of black tights that a bitch can getfor seven dollars at Rainbows.Wait…I go through all of the clothes and my mind reels when I notice every piece of clothing I stopped and stared at with curiosity when we were at the mall.

“Don’t tell me he bought all this just because I simply looked at them? What the hell is wrong with him?!” I smirk, biting my lip, giddily snatching up the tights and a crop top, smiling harder when I see the one-hundred-and-twenty-five-dollar price tag and along with the limited edition UGGs house shoes I wanted.

But upon sliding it onto my body, I nearly have to keep myself from moaning because the quality is unreal.Damn, I see the difference.Shit, the underwear is so soft and feels so amazing that I feel like a brand new woman.

Sighing, I hug myself and make my way out of the weight room and into the living room space where I find Frank moving about the kitchen, looking like a sexy-ass Gojo snack.

“Hey, how was the bath?” he smiles so blindingly bright at me I have to look away, where I spot something that has me frowning with curiosity.

“It was… good, thank you. But uhm, what’s this?” I rock on the back of my shoes before going over to the counter and picking up a big ass blunt.This one is just like the one I saw him smoking the day I met him.

“O-oh, that! That’s… that’s nothing,” he stammers and tries to snatch it from me, but I dodge him.

“This doesn’t look like nothing,” I tease and hold it up, waving it in his face. “It looks like a fat ass blunt to me,” I smirk, raising a brow.

“I… I meant to throw it away! I gave up smoking,” he panics, making me frown.

“Oh? Hmm… so you wouldn’t mind if I tried it?” I ask him and he reels back at my words.

“B-but don’t you hate smokers and weed?” He looks between me and the blunt and I cock my head to the side before shaking it.

“Not particularly. I just never hung around people who smoked because the NCAA was testing for it and I never wanted to be associated with it. Now that they don’t and the school doesn’t either, I’m curious as to what it’s like.” I hold it up to my nose, wrinkling it.

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