JUST BEST FRIENDS
Titus nodded and went to grab two bottles of Heineken from his fridge, then he went to the bar and took two tumblers before joining Candice on the warm and comfy sofa.
“Your house is very nice, Obim.” Candice complimented, as Titus handed her a half-glass of beer. “You have no idea how lucky you are to have such a huge crib, man.”
“Well, what can I say?” Titus filled his tumbler to the brim and simpered. “It's God's doing, my dear damsel.”
“Spot on, dear.” Candice reclined on the sofa and placed her feet on Titus' thigh. “Could you kindly massage 'em for me, hunnie?”