Vixen Stories
He’s still wearing his black polo shirt tucked in his black pants.
“I don’t think the space is enough for us.”
I turned to look at him.
“The space is good for two, Hendrix. Just don’t think about making Kylie sleep with us, we would probably die due to loss of air.” I joked, shrugging my shoulders as a sign of nonsense.
Folding my last piece of shirt, I purposely took one of my underwear and smelled it while having eye contact with Hendrix.
He looked shocked at what I did, as if he got traumatized.