She’d spent the last two nights at my place, and I had to admit, I enjoyed having her there. It wasn’t just because I could wake up at three in the morning and slide in that pussy if I wanted to. I genuinely enjoyed her company. She was a chill female that didn’t require much. All she wanted was quality time. She’d lay up on me, and we’d talk or watch movies. At night, she damn near lived in my skin because she slept right up under me. I didn’t complain because I found I loved that shit. There was something about her that was different than the women I kept around for sex.
