Again, he stared me down so hard, and my ass was staring right back, amazed at how handsome, suave, and sexy he was. His lips were thick, his teeth were perfect, his eyes sparkled, and his deep honey complexion was so clear that I was one hundred percent sure he had a skin routine. His scent had taken over the living room. It was musky with a little bit of citrus, oak, and vanilla. It was the scent of a boss ass nigga, one with good dick, money, a slick mouth, and a cocky demeanor.
