Page 20 of Toxic B!tch
I lean in closer. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”
The shakes come, and we sip them slowly. My heart races with every glance we exchange. I wonder how his lips would feel against mine, what his hands would do to me if we weren’t sitting in this stupid diner.
After we finish, Malik insists on paying the bill. I try to protest, but he simply waves me off, a confident smile on hisface. There’s something undeniably charming about the way he insists, like he genuinely enjoys taking care of things for me. It’s not just about the money—it’s the way he treats me, like I’m worth the little gestures.
We walk out, hand in hand, and he helps me back into the truck, even buckling me in. I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me. There’s a tenderness to him that I didn’t expect, and it’s making it hard to ignore just how much I’m starting to like him.
“Where do you live, baby? I’ll take you home.”
“4709 Scrivens Drive,” I tell him.
As he drives, I unbuckle and scoot over to the middle seat, resting my head on his shoulder. The warmth of him, the scent of his cologne—it’s intoxicating.
When we pull up to my house, he looks down at me, his voice low and husky. “You’re home, Indigo.”
I pout. “I don’t like that.”
He frowns. “Don’t like what?”
“You called me baby earlier. I liked that.”
His pupils darken, and a slow smirk spreads across his face. “Sorry. You’re home, baby.”
I smile and reach for his chin. “Malik, I don’t wanna be friends anymore.”
His face falls. “Oh.”
I chuckle, my heart pounding. “I wanna be your girlfriend.”
His eyes widen. “You do?”
“I do. I really like you and you’re sexy as hell.”
He stares at me, his eyes bouncing between mine.
“Are you gonna say something?” I ask. “I’ve never had a boyfriend. Did I do it wrong?”
He stares at me for a long moment before shaking his head. “No, baby, you didn’t do it wrong. I’m just surprised.”
“Why?”
“Because most women don’t do the asking. And well, it’s not wrong, but I don’t think I’ve ever been asked after a milkshake date and our first in-person meeting.”
I roll my eyes. “But we’ve known each other longer, and I had a crush before I saw you. You being eye candy is just a plus.”
He chuckles.
“So, are you my boyfriend or not?”
“Yeah, baby, I’ll be your boyfriend.”
I clap before pulling my knees under me and crashing my lips to his. The moment our mouths meet, it’s electric—a collision of need and desire. I kiss him deeply, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate malt on his tongue, and it’s intoxicating. Malik responds immediately, his hands gripping my waist with a possessive urgency that sends shivers down my spine.
My fingers tangle in his hair as I pull him closer. I’m not gentle; I’m aggressive. With a mischievous grin, I lightly nibble on his bottom lip, playfully teasing him, before tracing the edge of his mouth with my tongue, savoring every second.
His hands roam my sides, tracing the outline of my hips, and I arch into him, craving more. His fingers gently dig into me, creating a pleasurable pressure that sends shivers down my spine. I pull away for a split second, just enough to catch my breath, my lips brushing against his as I smirk, wanting to see the hunger in his eyes.
“Fuck, I want you,” I murmur, barely giving him time to respond before diving back in. I’m more forceful and assertive this time. I press him back against the seat, our tongues swirling in a passionate embrace. Gently biting down on his lip, I teasingly tug it before licking over the sting, causing his breath to hitch.
