Page 30 of Bow & Arrow

“What are you doing here?” I snap causing his eyes to fly to mine. “You know it’s rude to stop by unannounced.” I hate that I sound like a bitch but I’m freaking out. Not only am I standing here in my panties, I’m high and I’m trying hard not laugh at this.

Cuba cocks an eyebrow and flashes a smile, unaffected by my attitude. “I like the bows.”

Heat rises through my face, and I’m sure I’m red. “I didn’t wear them for you.”

His smiles falters, “The fact that they are even on tells me whoever you did wear them for didn’t make it that far.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m taken care of,” I lie. “So why are you here?”

Cuba shifts on his feet and stuffs his hands in the pockets of his hoodie, and I’m finally able to focus enough to take him in. He must have just come from working out, he has on running shoes, black joggers, and his university basketball hoodie, a black hat covers his head. He looks sexy even in my high state.

I don’t even notice I’m staring until he clears his throat and my eyes snap to his. “Arrow.” He smirks. “Are you high?”

I try to act appalled but fail and choke back a laugh. “Um, no. Why would you even think that?”

He smiles, rocks back on his heels and licks his lips, lips that I remember feeling against mine.

“Your eyes are squinty, and you have this goofy smile on your face, and let’s be honest, I didn’t put it there.”

I roll my eyes. “Last time I checked weed was legal in the state of California.”

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t say anything was wrong with it. You just always surprise me.”

Yeah, you surprise me as well.

“So, what are you doing here?” I ask again, when I see his eyes wander down my body, and I remember I’m standing there in nothing but my panties and too small shirt.

He looks back to me. “Um.”

“Um isn’t an answer,” I say placing a hand on my hip.

“Okay, Judge Judy,” he mocks and pulls something out of his hoodie pocket. “You left this in my car.” He dangles one of my gold bangles in front of me.

Grabbing my bangle, I slip my wrist through it. “Thanks, but you could have brought it tomorrow.”

Cuba shrugs and looks around before looking back to me. “Yeah, well I was around the area and shit.”

I hold back a smile and raise an eyebrow. “Sure, you were. Are you sure you didn’t just want to see me?”

He has the nerve to look sheepish and it’s kind of cute.

“I didn’t want to forget.” He gives another shrug and fidgets with his hat. “You need to go back in the house, you shouldn’t be out here where anyone can see you.”

Typical Cuba. He’s getting uncomfortable with me again and he’s running.

I take a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow, thanks for bringing it to me.”

He takes a step forward and I hold my breath. His eyes are on my lips, and I already know where his mind is, right in the same place as mine. Swear, his mouth could take me out my panties right now.

“Um, I have a delivery.”

We both snap our heads to the voice, the delivery guy is standing there, pizza bag in hand. His beady eyes locked on my bottom as if he’s never seen a girl in her underwear before, and by the looks of him, I can see why.

Cuba snaps his fingers. “Eyes up here, bro.” He steps in front of me and grabs his wallet from his pants. “How much?” he snaps.

I start to protest but he shakes his head as if he knows. “I got it.”

“Fifteen Oh Three,” the delivery guy stammers. “You’re Cuba Knight.”

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