It was late at night, around one am. You and Chris was chillin in yall shared apartment watching his favorite show while y’all shared a blunt. He was currently rolling a second blunt.

He was laid on his back his head between your thighs, as your face gently caressed his face, which he loved the silent attention. While the screen loaded the next episode and he was distracted by his blunt, you grab your phone.

You had just got your hair did this morning. You looked good. So good. Your black hair straightened perfectly and smelled so good. You decided to silently record yourself, thinking you looked good, the camera only on you.

Chris lit his blunt oblivious to you recording. He looked up at the tv and hit his blunt before he looked over at you thigh and bit it teasingly and softly with his diamond grillz.

His deep and low voice came through the room “you gon let me eat you out before bed, ma?” He asked. Dead serious, and you laughed knowing the recording heard. He spoke up again, oblivious to your recording. He squeezed your thigh and looked back up at the tv. “I’m tryna see how wet you could get.”

After years of being together you were used to how blunt he was.