summary: Kyomi moves to San Francisco for a fresh start, new city, new apartment overlooking the bay, and a new job working late nights behind the bar. She doesn’t plan on getting involved with anybody, especially not her neighbor. But her neighbor is Jimmy Uso. Laidback, cocky, tatted up and beautifully nonchalant. Jimmy lives with his twin brother Jey and their cousin Zilla, turning the apartment next door into a revolving door of music, ink, and temptation. Kyomi tries to mind her business… until business comes knocking. Literally.
One late night changes the distance between their doors. And when she finds the man behind the attitude nursing his own wounds, she hears something familiar in his silence.
“Hey, my baby, why you lookin’ so down? Seems like you need a lovin’… Baby, you need a girl like me around.” Kyomi never meant to comfort him. But Jimmy lets her see beneath the tattoos and bravado, just enough for her to understand the ache he refuses to name.
“Can I talk to you? Comfort you? Let you know I care for you…” She didn’t come to San Francisco to fall for anybody. And he swears he doesn’t need saving. But sometimes two people in transition collide at the right time, one learning how to care, and the other learning how to receive it.
fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED
smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment
comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍
ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.
I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios
again mdni you have been warned.
title inspired by the song “I Care 4 U” by Aaliyah
thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the summary 🫶🏽
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San Francisco, California.
This morning, Jimmy woke up earlier than anyone else. Even though his body was in pain and aching terribly, he still got up and went out to find an apology gift for Kiyomi due to his behavior last night. He never intended to treat her that way when he was frustrated and upset because his cousin ruined his high over trivial matters.
He shouldn't have unleashed that anger on her, especially since she was just trying to help, particularly if his mother had sent her to do so—his reaction was uncalled for.
He didn’t mean to be hostile but it was just a protective mechanism for him.
But he remembers what his mother had told him last night.
you can’t let your past ruin what’s in front of you Jonathan.
His mother was correct about that, but Zilla's words kept resurfacing in his mind, aggravating him as he tried to dismiss the feeling.
Jimmy visited the flower shop to buy Kyomi a bouquet of roses, which he discovered were her favorite flowers while browsing through her highlights.
He was still trying to figure her out.
After paying for the flowers, he expressed his gratitude to the lady at the front—then he exited, carefully placing the flowers in the front seat of his truck to avoid any mess or spills.
He climbed into his truck, inserted the keys into the ignition, and started the engine, heading towards his next stop.
Meanwhile, Kyomi was lounging on her sofa in the living room, not really watching the TV but instead scrolling through her social media feed. She noticed that Jimmy had liked her post from the previous night, which made her roll her eyes.
She wasn't angry with him for his behavior; she understood his reasons and didn't want to overstep the boundaries he had established based on her understanding.
That’s why she decided to walk away and go home instead of staying because if she would’ve stayed she was afraid that another fight would’ve broke out between him and Zilla like wildfire.
She was not about to clean up his wounds again.
If she was being honest she was stalking his page seeing if he posted something on his story of him at the gym or any pics, just so she could see that outline of his print.
But all she did was him in his car driving somewhere, only showing off that beautiful ass face of his of him driving. had her completely feral.
Girl why the fuck is you stalking this man’s page for? She thought to herself as she exited out of his page and continued to doom scroll getting a text notification from Lash.
Yomi💓: yeah I’m good girl are you good?
Lash💅🏾: I got whole fucking hangover drinking all of them cut waters
Yomi💓: welll you did say you wanted to turn up 🤷🏽♀️
Lash💅🏾: yeah yeah whatever bitch how’s your boy trouble going?
Yomi💓: I don’t have any boy trouble 🙄🙄
Lash💅🏾: you do when you have two men FINE ASS MEN AT THAT fighting over you
Yomi💓: I didn’t even do anything for them to be acting like that but ngl…Jimmy looked so attractive all mad and angry kinda turned me on 😩
Lash💅🏾: oh bitch them hormones are whooping yo ass rn
Before she could respond with a text, she heard a knock on her door, prompting her to rise from the sofa and walk towards it.
When she opened the door, she looked up to find him standing there, holding a bouquet of roses, a small card, and some chocolate—one of her favorites, no less.
She almost wanted to drop her phone.
“Hey Shawty.” Jimmy said.
“What are you doing here stalker?” Kyomi asked.
He smiled softly. “Here we go again with that.”
“You ain’t answering my question though.”
He gave her the bouquet of roses. She accepted them and set them on her kitchen counter before returning to him to take the card and chocolate from his hand—she opened the card first and began to read it.
I’m sorry for acting like that last night towards you when you were only trying to help since my mama sent you, I promise you I was just pissed off that my high was blown off over that bullshit with Isayah. I didn't mean to throw my anger at you. I hope you can forgive me.
from
Jimmy.
Kyomi looked up at him reading his facial expression, seeing that he was being sincere about it, causing her to sigh deeply.
“I don’t forgive you.” She said.
He smacked his lips moving towards her.
“C’mon shawty I literally went out my way to get you something just to say I’m sorry for real.” He says.
“You sure you're sorry stalker?”
Jimmy could see a slight smirk on her lips causing him to chuckle nodding his head.
“Yes, I’m sorry shawty ‘bout last night.”
She could tell he was being serious about it not knowing if she should tease him some more just to torture him some more, but she decided to let it slide for now.
“Fine, I forgive you I guess.” Kyomi said.
He sighed deeply, feeling like he was holding his breath forever.
“Thank you.” Jimmy replied.
Kyomi hummed softly as she stepped aside to let him in. He took off his shoes, hearing the door click shut behind him, and watched her place the bouquet of roses in a special vase she kept for occasions like this while he settled onto her sofa.
He heard her footsteps approaching from behind and turned his head to see her bent over, retrieving something from the refrigerator.
The way her booty shorts clung to her curves, accentuating her plump backside, made him feel uneasy being so close to her. It was as if he wanted to be behind her, one hand around her throat and the other on her waist, taking her deeply.
Jimmy rubbed his hand over his beard, licking his lips muttering. “Fuck…man…”
He noticed that she was eating leftovers from his mama house, recognizing his mama's containers instantly.
Until she had said something to snap him back into reality. “You want something to eat stalker?”
“Can you stop calling me that?”
He scoffed, “I thought so.”
She looked at the roses and then back at him.
“How’d you know I like roses?” Kyomi asked.
“I have my ways.” Jimmy replied.
“Stalking my page is one of them huh?”
“I didn’t stalk your page shawty, I just took a guess.”
She was skeptical, rolling her eyes at him while preparing their plates—his gaze returned to her backside in her booty shorts every time she moved, causing her ass to jiggle in those shorts.
He began to feel uncomfortable in his sweats, quickly adjusting himself and placing his hand over his erect penis.
After she finished warming up their leftovers from last night at his mom's place, she walked out of the kitchen and headed towards the living room with their plates.
As she handed him his plate, he expressed his gratitude while she settled onto the sofa, her attention fixed on whatever was playing on the TV as she started eating.
Kyomi noticed out of the corner of her eye that he was concealing something he didn’t want her to see—until he shifted his hand slightly, revealing the outline of his dick.
She almost choked on her food gaining his attention as she shook her head turning her attention back onto the TV trying to keep her dirty thoughts to herself.
But she couldn’t help it.
God his dick is so big it’s not fair that he gets to have a pretty ass face and then a big ass dick too? Fuck. She thought to herself.
Wondering if he’s rough or gentle in bed
Does he pull hair or wrap his hand around your throat?
“What’chu thinking ‘bout over there shawty?” He asked, placing his plate down on the coffee table.
“I’m not thinking ‘bout anything stalker.” She replied.
He leaned back into the cushion of the sofa, legs spread out.
Her eyes landed back onto his print.
Fuck he’s doing it on purpose.
“My eyes are up here sugar.” She looked into his eyes, seeing them dark and low.
Her cheeks were flushed avoiding eye contact with him. “S-stop looking at me like that Jimmy.”
“Like what? I’m just looking at you.”
“That’s the problem, don’t look at me.” That’s when she had gotten up from the sofa grabbing her plate while he handed his, their fingers brushing against each other slightly—as she had seen that stupid smile on his face while walking away from the living room to the kitchen.
Feeling overwhelmed by him.
Why the fuck did he have to do that? First he’s a stalker and then a flirt like what the fuck.
She was busy washing the dishes to keep her mind occupied, completely unaware of him entering the kitchen and leaning against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, observing her.
As she moved about, placing the plates on the drying rack one after another, she finished with them and dried her hands on a paper towel. Turning to toss it in the trash, she yelped in surprise upon seeing him there.
She placed her hand over her chest as he laughed at her startled reaction, which she didn’t find amusing, prompting her to walk up to him and hit him lightly on the chest.
“I swear to god you’re so annoying Jimmy.”
Jimmy tilted his head slightly. “Am I really sugar?”
“Yes, very annoying, standing here like a total creep.”
He pushed himself away from the counter, moving closer to her, his tall frame looming over her smaller one as they locked eyes.
Her gaze flickered to his healing busted lip before returning to his almond-shaped brown eyes that were fixed on her.
This time, she took in his features, realizing how attractive he truly appeared up close, while he was doing the same without her awareness. She noticed the intricate details of his Samoan tattoo on both sides of his neck, mostly concealed beneath his hoodie, and felt an urge to trace her fingers over it, but she kept her composure.
They stayed like this for a moment until he said something.
“You like what you see, sugar?” Jimmy teased.
She blinked, rolling her eyes.
“Is that what you’re going to be calling me now?” Kyomi asked.
He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “Yeah, it’s better than saying yo’ name.”
“And what’s wrong with my name?”
“Girl, ain’t nothing wrong with yo’ name, it’s pretty.”
“Mhmm, whatever you say stalker.”
He chuckled at her while shaking his head moving around towards the living room area then the door—checking the time on his phone seeing that he had to open up the shop.
He slid his shoes on one by one seeing Kyomi standing there with her arms folded over her chest watching him put his shoes on.
“You finna head out?” She asked.
“Yeah, gotta open up the shop.” He replied checking his pockets to make sure he got his keys.
“You gon’ go open up the shop today after what happened yesterday at your mother’s crib?”
“Someone gotta make some money and he’ll get over it.”
“I don’t think he will and that’s what worries me.”
That made him look up at her when she said it, why did she care so much about him? When he don’t need nobody to care about him when he can handle his own?
Jimmy shakes his head, grabbing his keys from his pocket. “Look, Kyomi imma be straight so don’t worry about me.”
He said it so nonchalantly when he was right she shouldn’t be worried about him when she didn’t come down here to find a man or a relationship but damn…being around him like this made her want to rethink her decision.
It’s like she wanted to understand him more and why he’s so guarded or have all these walls built up for what?
“Okay don’t come to me when yo’ ass got a fucked up face.”
He scoffed. “You got jokes huh?”
She smirked at him shrugging her shoulders. “Learned from the best.”
Jimmy opened the door, twisting the doorknob looking back at her smiling before stepping out into the hallway hearing the door click. Meanwhile Kyomi had just taken a deep breath placing her hand over her chest.
Feeling her heart beating rapidly.
You gotta chill girl, gotta chill.
She looked back at the bouquet of roses that she had put in the vase earlier and the card on the counter along with her favorite chocolate candy sighing deeply.
“Wait until Lash hears about this shit.” Kyomi said to herself.
The shop was bustling as usual, with sunlight streaming through the windows and music playing softly in the background. Customers were arriving one after another, and everyone was busy with their tasks.
Jimmy was either tattooing a client or welcoming new arrivals, momentarily forgetting the events of the previous night with his cousin. Despite the unresolved tension between them, they maintained a professional demeanor.
After the last customer left, Jimmy removed his black gloves and discarded them. He began sanitizing the chair, ensuring it was spotless before organizing his mini cart filled with necessary supplies.
While he worked, he sensed someone watching him. Looking up, he saw his brother leaning against the wall, giving him a knowing look before scanning the area to confirm that Zilla was not present.
“What?” Jimmy questioned him.
“Where did you go this morning?” Jey asked.
Jimmy continued to organize his mini cart while sanitizing his tattoo equipment avoiding eye contact with him.
“That’s none of your concern where I was at.” He said nonchalantly.
“Well apparently yo’ ass went out somewhere and then came in here smelling like burning incense and mama’s cooking.”
“You trippin’ always in my business knowing how bad I hate that shit.”
Jey threw his hands up in defense. “Aye, I’m just saying especially what went down at mama’s crib last night fighting over shawty.” Jey said then added. “What’s up with her?”
“Shawty, I know you invited her and her best friend. C’mon you can’t be leaving yo’ twin brother out. And then I saw mama talkin’ to her too.”
Jimmy stopped his work to look at his brother, letting out a deep sigh before setting down his tattoo pen—leaning against the counter with his arms crossed and muscles tense.
He was biting the inside of his cheek, weighing the decision of whether to tell Jey, aware that Zilla could be nearby and might react negatively.
“Look, I was just being nice, that's all. Nothing crazy.”
Jey gave him that look. “Don’t do that shit with me, like imma run my mouth.”
“C’mon twin, like for real though what is she like?” He asked.
“She’s gentle like real gentle…and very stubborn.”
Jey had a smug expression on his lips and nodded. “Yo’ type actually, but are you really tryna be all up on that?”
Yes he did indeed what to be all over her
He wanted to claim her as his
But he was still trying to figure her out
“Still trying to figure her out, that’s all I gotta say ‘bout that.” Jimmy said.
“Trying to figure her out? Figure out what?” Jey asked.
He shot Jey a stern look as he closed his mouth, quickly nodding his head when they heard the door outside slam shut, followed by footsteps approaching from the back. They turned their attention to the newcomer—Zilla, who had just returned from his lunch break, noticing Jimmy and Jey staring at him.
He raised an eyebrow, “what?”
They both shook their heads not saying anything especially Jimmy as the tension between the both of them was creeping in. Jey being the messy person he was said something.
“Not gon’ lie cuz you got yo’ ass whooped last night.” He mentioned.
Jimmy looked at him hearing Zilla scoffing bitterly. “Yeah, whatever imma still make her mine first.”
He didn’t acknowledge him when he had said that knowing that he was already ten steps ahead. “You, gon’ ahead and do that Isayah.”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean Jonathan?” Zilla questioned him.
“It means that all you gon’ do is play in her face and waste her time because that’s all you ever do when it comes to any other woman you see.” Jimmy replied.
“Oh so you think you’re the better option?”
Jimmy smirked with his back turned. “If the shoe fits.”
It went silent with the music in the background bumping some Bryson Tiller feeling the tension.
“Hm, you must need humbling again and wondering why yo’ last relationship didn’t work out last time.” He shot back.
He turned around, “Enlightened me Isayah, tell me what I do not already know of why it ended off so badly?”
Zilla was going to say something but Jey had already stood in the middle cutting him off.
“Don’t bring that shit up Isayah you know better.”
“Oh? I know better? I need to know better?”
Jimmy stood next to Jey, arms folded, “Nah, let em say what he wants to say since he thinks he knows everything.”
Zilla looked at both of the twins poking his tongue on the inside of his cheek nodding his head.
“You think you better than me?”
“I don’t think, I know I’m better, you already know how this works imma always get one up on you.”
Zilla was about to lunge at him until Jey pushed him back harshly.
“We not starting this shit at work, not today, not after last night.” Jey warned him. “We got shit to do so keep it fucking professional.”
Jimmy remained completely still as Zilla charged at him, merely observing as Zilla's pride was wounded and began to fall apart. He then walked over to his station, preparing for the next customer as if nothing had occurred.
Zilla's chest was rising and falling rapidly, still glaring at Jimmy with a murderous intent. His gaze shifted to Jey, who shot him a warning look, prompting Zilla to retreat to his station with a scoff.
Jey let out a deep sigh, massaging his temples as he glanced back at Jimmy, who was watching him.
“You need to get this shit figured out with shawty or before his patience runs thin.” He said.
He scoffed, “you think I give a damn about his patience running thin when we both know that he’ll just play in her face?”
“I understand that Uce, but if shawty is gentle and got you moving funny to the point where I don’t know anything then there must be something happening between you two.”
“There’s nothing between us aight? Let’s drop it.”
“Joshua drop it please and let’s just focus on our jobs.”
He didn’t say anything else after that, going over to his station that was next to Zilla’s getting his things prepared—meanwhile Jimmy was over there fighting with his thoughts and feelings about Kyomi.
Yes she was gentle, stubborn, and nurturing.
But did he really need that? After his last relationship failed?
He looked at Zilla and then back at his station, where his phone was checking the time, noticing it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon since he opened the shop.
He paused his work and picked up his phone, going to Instagram to check if she had posted anything—and she had. She was still at home, mentioning in her story that she was feeling bored.
Then he recalled telling her that he could show her some spots around San Francisco as he slid into her DMs, sending her a text.
jonathanfatu: Hey u wanna hit up the bowling alley before you head into work?
He sent the message placing his phone back on the mini cart as he started designing some new tattoos on his iPad hoping that she would see the message.
Kyomi was at the mall with her best friend Lash at the food court eating some Asian Chao like they always did whenever they went to the mall with each other—as they were eating and gossiping with each other Kyomi felt her phone vibrate in her purse catching her attention as she grabbed it out from her purse unlocking it seeing a DM message from Jimmy.
She rolled her eyes opening up instagram to see what he wanted.
jonathanfatu: Hey u wanna hit up the bowling alley before you head into work?
Her thumb was across the screen trying to think about what she was going to say when she texted him back.
“Who’s texting you girl? Is it Jimmy?” Lash asked.
“Yeah, it’s him, he wants to take me to go bowling before I clock in for work but I don’t know what to say.” Kyomi replied.
“Well, do you want to go? I mean you’ve been down here for three days Kyo haven’t experienced anything yet.”
She thought about it for a second only remembering that he had mentioned something about showing her around San Francisco since she was new. But she was also scared that his cousin would be bitter about it because she wasn’t really paying attention to him simply because mama fatu had warned her.
“I don’t mind going, it’s just…” she said then stopped for a moment before adding. “I don’t want his cousin to feel bitter about it or start something with him.”
Lash had a smirk appearing on her face. “Aw, you care about Jimmy don’t you?”
Kyomi rolled her eyes at her best friend knowing that she was going to be teasing her about it, she didn’t want to admit that she did care about him.
“N-no, I don’t I—that’s not the point, the point is that I know Isayah is gonna try to do some sneaky shit.”
“He seems interested in you too, Kyo.”
“Yeah, but mama fatu told me to steer clear away from him because of his reputation.”
“You right she did tell you that well, just tell Jimmy that you’ll go and don’t worry about Isayah weird ass.”
She nodded her head unlocking her phone since it turned off and typed away.
yomisdiary: yeah sure what time?
Three Bubbles were appearing as he texted back immediately.
jonathanfatu: maybe around like 4 if that’s cool with u shawty
yomisdiary: yeah that’s fine ion have to be at work until 8
jonathanfatu: perfect I can drive us there so you won’t have to
He’s offering to drive them there?
yomisdiary: that would be nice since we both live in the same apartment complex it makes sense 😭😅
jonathanfatu: yeah it does lol
She smiled at the message for some odd reason and Lash caught it with a smug expression on her face.
“Ouuu, someone got you smiling from ear to ear.” She teased.
Kyomi hid her face giving Lash the middle finger while trying to hide her smile and her cheeks were flushed.
“Girl, fuck you okay? It’s not like that he’s just being nice since he was being a big ass baby yesterday.”
“Mhm, whatever you say girl, but just know y’all two gon’ end up together regardless I’m calling it.”
She didn’t say anything after that, just rereading her and Jimmy’s conversation, her thumb against the screen sighing deeply while finishing up her food with Lash.
Back at the shop smelled like disinfectant and ink, a familiar comfort Jimmy had learned to move through without thinking.
He wiped his station down slower than usual, eyes drifting to the clock mounted crooked above the front desk. 3:18 PM.
Plenty of time. Still felt rushed.
He slid his phone into his pocket, grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair, then paused—checking himself in the mirror by the sink. Not fixing anything. Just… making sure he looked like himself.
“Since when you leave early?”
Jimmy glanced over his shoulder.
Jey was leaned up against the wall near the doorway, arms crossed, expression lazy but knowing. Same face. Same eyes. Always seeing too much.
“Got somewhere to be,” Jimmy said easily.
Jey hummed. “Oh for real?”
Jimmy slung the jacket over his shoulder, reaching for his keys. “You good to hold it down?”
“I always hold it down.” Jey’s gaze flicked to Jimmy’s pocket. “That’s shawty ain’t it?”
Jimmy stilled for half a second—barely noticeable. He recovered quickly.
“Mind your business.” He said.
Jey smirked. “It is my business. You don’t go nowhere unless it’s important… or interesting.”
Jimmy scoffed, tugging his sleeve on. “It’s just bowling.”
Jey straightened slightly. “You hate bowling.”
“You absolutely hate bowling.”
Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Watch the shop.”
Jey pushed off the wall, stepping closer. His tone shifted—not teasing now. Just honest. “You good?”
The question landed heavier than Jimmy expected.
He busied himself with his keys, jaw tightening. “I’m straight.”
Jey studied him. “You ain’t been straight in a minute.”
Silence stretched between them. The hum of the lights filled the gap.
Jimmy exhaled through his nose. “I’m good, bro.”
Jey nodded slowly, accepting it the way he always did—without pushing, without believing it completely. “Aight. Don’t be late.”
Jimmy headed for the door, then paused with his hand on the handle.
“Now if she’s something special don’t let yo’ past ruin it or even his bitter ass ruin it.” Jey added, voice low but steady.
Jimmy didn’t turn around. “You sound like our mama.”
“Aye, I’m just saying twin.”
Jimmy swallowed, then nodded once.
“I’ll lock up,” Jey finished.
Jimmy stepped out into the afternoon light, door chiming softly behind him. The city buzzed around him, but his focus narrowed to one thing.
And the quiet woman next door who made silence feel less heavy than usual.
Zilla had been half-paying attention, stretched out on the couch with his phone in his hand, when the bell over the shop door chimed.
He looked up just in time to see Jimmy stepping out, jacket slung easy, movement purposeful in a way Zilla hadn’t seen in a minute.
Jey was still leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching the door like he already knew exactly where Jimmy was headed. Calm. Unbothered. Always two steps ahead.
Zilla’s gaze flickered back to the door.
Something tight settled low in Zilla’s chest.
It caught him off guard—not the fact that Jimmy left early, but how natural it felt. Like he had somewhere that mattered more than the shop. More than them.
Zilla swallowed, jaw flexing.
Jealousy wasn’t new to him. He just didn’t like the way it showed up quiet like this—unannounced, unwelcome, sitting heavy instead of loud.
“Who he running off to?” Zilla asked casually, like he didn’t care.
Jey didn’t move. “Nowhere.”
Zilla scoffed softly. “That’s a lie.”
Jey finally glanced his way. “Or maybe it ain’t your business.”
Zilla leaned back, eyes back on his phone, but his thoughts stayed at the door long after it stopped swinging.
Jimmy never left without a reason.
And whatever that reason was… it wasn’t him.
Kyomi stepped back from the mirror, arms folding loosely as she took herself in.
The baggy pants sat low on her hips, relaxed but deliberate, the fabric moving easy when she shifted her weight. The crop top hugged her body just enough—soft cotton, clean lines, no effort to impress.
She adjusted the waistband once, then stopped herself.
Her hair was down, makeup light. Just enough gloss to catch the light. Nothing she wouldn’t wear on any other afternoon.
Still, her chest felt tight.
She checked the time on her phone. 3:58 PM.
The knock came almost immediately after—firm but unhurried.
Kyomi’s breath hitched before she could stop it.
She crossed the apartment, the bay visible through the windows, sunlight washing the floor in pale gold. Her hand hovered over the doorknob for half a second longer than necessary.
Jimmy stood there, leaning slightly back on his heels, hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket. Black tee. Faded jeans. Tattoos peeking out like punctuation marks. Calm, collected—like this wasn’t the first time he’d knocked on her door.
His eyes dropped briefly, then lifted again.
“Hey,” he said, voice easy.
Kyomi met his gaze. “Hey.”
Something shifted in the space between them—quiet, almost imperceptible. The kind of moment that didn’t ask for acknowledgement but demanded attention anyway.
She nodded, reaching for her keys, locking the door behind her. The click sounded louder than it should’ve.
They stood close in the hallway, shoulders nearly brushing. Close enough for Kyomi to notice the faint scent of soap and something warmer beneath it.
Jimmy held the door open for her.
Kyomi stepped out first, aware—too aware—of the thin wall she was crossing. And how easily it had started to feel like an invitation.
They both were walking towards his truck as Jimmy had opened the door for her, letting her get inside first before shutting the door running towards the driver’s seat—he shut his side of the door placing the keys inside of the ignition and turned the switch.
Jimmy checked his surroundings before he pulled out in the parking lot.
The car pulled away from the curb without a word.
Kyomi sat in the passenger seat, the window cracked just enough to let the bay air drift in. Jimmy drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting loose near the console, posture relaxed like he wasn’t acutely aware of how quiet it was.
6LACK played low through the speakers.
Not loud enough to claim the space—just present. A slow, aching rhythm filling the gaps they weren’t ready to.
Kyomi glanced at the dashboard, then out the window. City streets slid past in soft blurs of color and motion. She could feel the bass more than hear it, a steady thump under her skin.
Jimmy’s fingers tapped once against the steering wheel in time with the beat. Absentminded. Controlled.
The silence wasn’t awkward. It was… loaded.
Kyomi shifted slightly in her seat. “You always drive like this?”
Jimmy glanced over. “Like what?”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “Only when I don’t feel like talkin’.”
She nodded, accepting that without pressing. “Same.”
They fell back into silence, the song bleeding into the next one. Lyrics about distance, about wanting without reaching. About saying everything without saying anything.
At a red light, Jimmy glanced at her again. This time longer.
“You good?” he asked softly.
Kyomi met his eyes. “Yeah.”
The light turned green. He drove on.
The music stayed low. The city kept moving.
And somewhere between the hum of the engine and 6LACK’s voice in the background, the silence stopped feeling empty—and started feeling shared.
They continued on to drive to their destination with the next song from 6LACK playing in the background of his car, Jimmy couldn’t help it but to steal glances at her from time to time.
God she’s so fucking beautiful. He thought to himself while focusing on the road.
What he didn’t know was that she was doing the same thing too, stealing glances at him while he was driving, noticing one hand was on the wheel while the other was placed in his lap.
He was the prettiest man she has ever seen.
Wanting to know what his lips tasted like.
Her mind became dirty just looking at him for too long as she looked out the window to clear her dirty thoughts of this man that was next to her.
The parking lot glowed before they even pulled in.
Neon signs buzzed overhead, reds and blues bleeding into the windshield like something alive. Jimmy cut the engine, and for half a second the silence lingered—6LACK’s last note fading out before the world rushed back in.
The moment they stepped inside, it hit them.
Laughter ricocheting off the walls. Pins crashing. Music louder, faster. Shoes sliding across polished lanes. The smell of grease and cheap beer wrapped around them instantly.
Kyomi blinked, adjusting.
“That escalated quick,” she muttered.
Jimmy smirked, grabbing a pair of bowling shoes from the counter. “Welcome to my comfort zone.”
She shot him a look. “You just told Jey you hate bowling.”
He shrugged, passing her shoes. “I hate losing.”
They traded their street shoes for the stiff rentals, sitting side by side on the bench. Jimmy leaned forward to tie his laces, tattoos flexing with the movement. Kyomi caught herself watching and looked away just as quickly.
The lanes stretched out ahead of them, glossy and alive under the lights.
“Lane twelve,” Jimmy said, nodding toward the screen. “Ladies first.”
Kyomi picked up a ball, testing the weight in her hands. “You sure?”
He raised a brow. “I said what I said.”
She stepped up to the lane, rolling her shoulders once before releasing. The ball wobbled slightly—then straightened, knocking down a decent cluster of pins.
Not a strike. But respectable.
Jimmy clapped once, slow. “Okay. I see you.”
Kyomi smiled despite herself.
The noise swallowed them again—another crash of pins, someone cheering two lanes down. The contrast was sharp: loud where the car had been quiet, bright where everything else had felt dim.
But standing there under the neon glow, surrounded by chaos, Kyomi realized something unexpected.
The space between her and Jimmy didn’t feel lost in the noise.
If anything… it felt clearer.
Jimmy rolled his shoulders once before stepping up, eyes flicking to the screen like it personally owed him something.
“Don’t get comfortable,” he said over his shoulder. “That was a warm-up.”
Kyomi leaned back against the bench, arms crossed. “Uh-huh. Looked real professional to me sir.”
He smirked, picking up the ball—heavier than hers, worn smooth from use. He bounced it once, twice, then paused, glancing back at her.
She met his gaze. “Should I not be?”
“That depends,” he said, grin widening. “You distractin’ me?”
Kyomi laughed under her breath. “If you mess up, that’s on you.”
Jimmy turned back to the lane, posture shifting—looser, confident. He took a few measured steps, released the ball clean.
Pins exploded, the sound sharp and final.
Jimmy lifted his hands slightly, palms out like he expected applause. “That’s how it’s done.”
Kyomi rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth betrayed her. “Beginner’s luck.”
He turned toward her, walking backward a step. “You just mad.”
“About the fact that I’m winning.”
She pushed off the bench, stepping closer. “It’s the first frame.”
She grabbed her ball, brushing past him close enough that her arm grazed his side. “Don’t get cocky.”
Jimmy watched her pass, jaw tightening just a fraction.
He dropped back onto the bench beside her, legs stretched out, knee angled toward hers without quite touching.
The scoreboard flashed, resetting.
Noise surged around them again—another crash of pins, music pulsing overhead—but Jimmy’s attention stayed locked on her.
“Your turn,” he said softly.
And Kyomi had the sudden, unsettling feeling that he wasn’t talking about bowling anymore.
She stood, ball in hand, feeling the smooth weight in her fingers. She moved past Jimmy to the lane, careful to give him space—but as she brushed by, her hip grazed the side of his thigh.
It was light, accidental, but enough to make both of them pause.
Jimmy’s eyes flicked to hers, just for a beat longer than usual. A corner of his mouth twitched upward, amused—but not mocking. That half-smile carried something else… something warmer.
Her heart hit a quick, uneven rhythm. She cleared her throat and looked straight ahead, forcing herself to focus on the pins instead of the heat that had just sparked between them.
It’s just bowling. Nothing else.
She shook the thought off, adjusted her grip, and stepped up.
Her second roll was better than the first, more controlled. The ball curved neatly, knocking down a solid eight pins. Not a strike, but good. Respectable.
Jimmy leaned forward on the bench, chin resting in his hand, watching her intently.
“Not bad,” he said, tone casual but with that edge that suggested he meant more than the pins.
Kyomi gave a small, measured smile, cheeks warming. “Beginner’s luck still applies, remember?”
He tilted his head, studying her like she was both the challenge and the reward. “Mmh. Maybe. But don’t get too comfortable.”
For a moment, the lane, the noise, the neon—it all seemed to fade. There was just the brush of a hip, the weight of a gaze, and the quiet realization that this game had nothing to do with bowling anymore.
Kyomi shook herself slightly, grabbed another ball for the next frame, and whispered under her breath, “Focus.”
But she couldn’t stop the small smile creeping across her face as Jimmy’s eyes flicked to hers again.
Kyomi readied herself for the next roll, ball in hand, and tried to focus—pins, form, technique. Not him.
“Need some tips?” Jimmy asked from the bench, smirking like he already knew the answer.
Kyomi shot him a look over her shoulder. “You? Giving tips? You’re the one who rolled a perfect strike on your first try.”
“Beginners’ luck is contagious,” he said. “Careful, or you might catch it.”
She laughed softly, letting the ball settle in her hands. “And if I don’t want it?”
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Then I’ll just have to keep beating you. Fair warning.”
Kyomi rolled her eyes, stepping up to the lane. She let the ball go, watching it curve just right, knocking down seven pins. Not perfect, but better.
Jimmy whistled low. “Ooo, look at you. Showing me up already.”
“Showing you up?” she teased back, glancing over her shoulder. “I’m just getting started.”
He straightened, grin widening. “Oh yeah? Guess I better step up my game—or… I might have to get creative.”
Kyomi paused, ball hovering for a second, heart thumping. “Creative how?”
“Don’t know yet,” he said, voice low, half-teasing, half-serious. “Might have to… distract you.”
Her laugh was nervous, light, but it came out anyway. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me,” he said, leaning back on the bench just slightly closer than before, arm brushing the edge of hers. “I’m full of surprises.”
Kyomi shook her head, smirk tugging at her lips. “I’m not falling for that.”
“Uh-huh,” he said, eyes glinting. “We’ll see. You’re already smiling, Kyomi. That’s halfway there.”
The neon light bounced off the lanes, their laughter mixing with the clatter of pins and the hum of the music. Every brush of proximity, every glance, every teasing word chipped away at the careful distance Kyomi had been trying to maintain.
And for the first time, she realized: she didn’t want to step back.
When she reached for the next ball, her fingers brushing the smooth plastic at the same time Jimmy did.
“Hey!” she said, a little breathless, pulling back just slightly.
Jimmy’s hand lingered, barely touching hers. “Careful,” he teased, “I might take that as an invitation.”
Kyomi rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away fully. “You wish.”
He leaned back on the bench, watching her with that easy, cocky grin that made her stomach do flips she didn’t want to admit. “Mm. Maybe I do.”
She lifted the ball, trying to ignore the warmth radiating from where their hands had brushed. “ Concentrate,” she muttered under her breath, turning back to the lane.
Jimmy’s eyes followed her every move. “You sure you can focus? You seem… distracted.”
Kyomi felt heat rise to her cheeks. “I am not.”
“You’re smiling. That’s a start,” he said, leaning a little closer, the smell of his cologne drifting just enough to make her heartbeat skip.
She released the ball, watching it roll down the lane and knock down nine pins.
“Not bad shawty,” Jimmy said, standing now, walking up to the lane as she stepped aside. “I might actually have to take this seriously.”
Kyomi smirked, pretending to be annoyed. “Finally admitting I’m better than you?”
“Never said that,” he countered, leaning just slightly closer than necessary, tone playful. “But maybe I like being challenged… especially when it’s by someone who can make me think about more than bowling.”
Kyomi froze for a heartbeat, caught between rolling her eyes and letting herself enjoy the way he said it.
“Careful, Jonathan,” she said, voice low, teasing but with a pulse of something she hadn’t intended. “Flattery might get you nowhere.”
He tilted his head, eyes locking on hers. “Wowww, using my government is crazy shawty, bet we’ll see ‘bout that.”
The pins clattered down the lane behind them. Neon lights bounced off the polished floor, music and laughter filling the gaps. Yet somehow, in that moment, it was just the two of them—close, teasing, dangerously aware of how easy the distance between them was starting to disappear.
The game continued on as Kyomi stepped aside, ball tucked under her arm, watching Jimmy stride up to the lane with that familiar cocky swagger.
“Your turn,” she said, voice casual, though her chest had its own rhythm.
Jimmy grinned. “Time to show you how it’s done.”
He bounced the ball once, twice, then let it roll down the lane. The ball spun perfectly, heading straight for the pins.
He threw his hands up triumphantly. “Boom. That’s how it’s done.”
Kyomi groaned, crossing her arms. “Seriously? You’re not even trying.”
Jimmy leaned back, hands resting on his knees as he looked at her with a smirk. “Oh, I am trying. But I like keeping it interesting. Can’t make it too easy for you.”
She rolled her eyes, trying not to grin. “Interesting? You mean cocky nigga.”
He shrugged, still smirking. “Maybe. But come on, admit it—you like a little competition.”
Kyomi tilted her head, pretending to think. “Maybe I do… just not when you’re winning.”
Jimmy chuckled, the sound low and teasing. “Then I guess I’ll just have to distract you a bit more.”
She gave him a look. “Distract me? How?”
He leaned forward slightly, arms braced on the edge of the lane, close enough that she could feel the faint heat radiating from him. “You tell me. But I have a few ideas.”
Kyomi’s fingers tightened around her next ball, trying to focus on the pins, not the way he was watching her like he already knew exactly how she’d react.
“You’re impossible,” she said, half-laughing, half-serious.
“And you’re smiling. That’s all the proof I need,” he said, leaning back with that grin that made her stomach skip.
Kyomi stepped up to the lane, ball in hand, trying to steady her nerves. The pins glared at her under the neon lights, but her attention kept drifting to Jimmy, leaning casually on the edge of the bench, that smirk plastered across his face like he already knew she was about to try something daring.
“Watch and learn,” Kyomi said, voice low, teasing, letting her confidence mask the quick thump of her heartbeat.
Jimmy’s grin widened. “Oh, I am watching shawty. Make it count.”
She let the ball roll, fingers releasing at just the right angle. It curved, hitting the pins perfectly… and knocked down all ten. Strike.
Kyomi turned sharply, pumping her fist slightly, trying not to laugh too loudly. “Beat that.”
Jimmy whistled, standing straighter now, eyes darkening with mock offense. “Whoa, easy there. Don’t make me have to work for it.”
Kyomi leaned forward, ball still in her hands, brushing lightly against his thigh as she moved past him to collect her next frame. The contact was brief, almost accidental, but the smirk that formed on Jimmy’s face told her he noticed.
“Hmm,” he said, leaning closer than necessary. “You’re getting dangerous shawty. I like that.”
Kyomi raised an eyebrow, giving him a playful glare. “Dangerous? You’re the one distracting me half the time.”
Jimmy chuckled, low and deliberate, letting his hand hover over the lane near hers as he adjusted his stance. “Is that supposed to be a complaint?”
“Maybe,” she said, voice softer now, teasing but edged with something sharper. “Maybe I like it.”
He leaned back just enough to flash her that cocky, knowing grin. “Thought so. Knew you’d catch on eventually.”
Kyomi shook her head, laughing under her breath as she prepared her next ball. She stepped closer to the lane, brushing against him again, this time more deliberately.
“Whatever Nigga.” she said.
“Mhm whatever you say shawty,” he countered, eyes tracing her movements, the amusement in his voice laced with something warmer, heavier.
The pins clattered again, the neon lights bouncing off the polished floor, music and laughter filling the alley. But for Kyomi and Jimmy, the noise faded into the background.
It was just the game. Just the touch. Just the teasing. And the charge between them, stronger than either wanted to admit.
She stepped up for the final frame, ball heavy in her hands, heart racing—not just from the game.
He leaned against the edge of the lane, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating off him. “Don’t choke now,” Jimmy teased, eyes glinting with that familiar, cocky spark.
“Please,” she shot back, rolling her eyes, “I’ve got this.”
She moved past him to get into position, brushing lightly against his hand as she adjusted her stance. It wasn’t intentional—or maybe it was—but Jimmy’s head tilted slightly, watching her with interest that made her stomach flip.
“Careful shawty,” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “You’re gonna make me distracted.”
Kyomi rolled her eyes, trying to focus, but the way he leaned in, the faint scent of his cologne, and the warmth of his presence were all distractions she didn’t want to push away.
She let the ball go. It spun perfectly, knocking down eight pins—almost perfect.
Jimmy clapped once, slow and deliberate. “Damn, Kyomi. Almost had me beat.”
“Almost?” she challenged, leaning forward, brushing just slightly against his thigh again as she returned the ball. “You mean you’re scared.”
Jimmy leaned in a little closer, eyes darkening with amusement. “Scared? Maybe. Or maybe… impressed.”
Kyomi laughed softly, shaking her head. “Impressed? You’re ridiculous.”
He smirked, standing tall, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans. “Ridiculous enough to ask…” His voice softened slightly. “You hungry? Want something to eat from here before we call it a night?”
Her chest skipped. After this? Now?
She hesitated for a fraction of a second, just long enough for the teasing tension to linger in the space between them. Then she nodded, a small, genuine smile breaking across her face.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “I could eat.”
Jimmy grinned wide, leaning back and motioning toward the counter. “Bet. My treat.”
They walked up to the counter, the neon glow reflecting off their hair and skin. The smell of fried food and fries hit them instantly. Kyomi scanned the menu, pretending to focus, but her eyes kept flicking to Jimmy.
Jimmy smirked, leaning slightly against the counter, arms crossed. “Something I know you’ll like.”
Kyomi raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? You know what I like?”
“Mm-hmm,” he said, voice low, teasing. “Besides beating me at bowling.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “You’re honestly annoying.”
He grinned, leaning a little closer, enough that she could feel the faint heat from his shoulder. “Yeah yeah but yet here you’re with me.”
Kyomi bit back a smile, glancing down at the menu again. “Don’t tempt me Jonathan.”
“You gon’ stop abusing my government name shawty,” he countered, eyes glinting.
They ordered quickly—two burgers, fries, and sodas—then carried the tray out to his car. The ride home was quiet at first, the hum of the engine and the city lights filling the space between them.
Kyomi sipped her soda, pretending to scroll through her phone. Jimmy stole glances at her from time to time, smirking whenever she wasn’t looking directly at him.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Kyomi said finally, setting her phone down, cheeks warm.
“Like what?” Jimmy asked, feigning innocence.
“You know exactly what I mean,” she said, half-laughing.
Jimmy leaned back in his seat, stretching an arm over the headrest near her. “Do I? Or are you just imagining things?”
Kyomi tried to maintain her composure, but the brush of his arm near hers sent a spark up her arm. “Stop teasing me,” she muttered.
“Can’t help it,” he said, voice softening just slightly. “You make it too easy.”
Kyomi caught his gaze out of the corner of her eye and felt something unfamiliar—something that wasn’t just fun, wasn’t just flirtation. It was… warmth. Connection. Quiet, steady, and alive.
The city passed by in streaks of yellow and red lights. Music hummed softly through the speakers. Their hands brushed lightly as she reached for her drink, and neither pulled away.
Jimmy glanced at her with that smirk again, just barely softened. “You know, we might have to make this a regular thing.”
Kyomi laughed softly, shaking her head. “We’re not even done with the first night.”
“Exactly, That’s the fun part.”
And as they drove through the city streets, the glow of the neon fading behind them, Kyomi realized something simple and dangerous: for the first time in a long while, she didn’t want to keep her distance.
Jimmy’s truck rolled to a stop in front of their apartment complex, the engine’s hum fading into the quiet street. Neon from a nearby convenience store flickered across the windshield, painting both of them in pale red and blue.
He turned to her, a relaxed grin on his face. “I had fun tonight.”
Kyomi gave a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Me too.”
For a moment, the world shrank to the space between them. No noise, no distraction, just the two of them sitting there, sharing the same air. The silence wasn’t awkward—it was heavy, charged, full of the things neither dared to say.
Jimmy’s eyes met hers, steady, lingering. Kyomi felt her chest tighten. Every instinct told her to hold his gaze, to see where it might lead—but she forced herself to look away, out the side window instead.
“I… should get ready for work,”
Jimmy nodded slowly, hands resting lightly on the steering wheel. “Yeah. You gotta be at the club by eight, right?”
“Yeah,” Kyomi whispered, still not looking at him.
He leaned back in his seat, voice lower now, softer than before. “Well… don’t let me keep you from that. But—” Jimmy hesitated, just for a beat. “We’ll do this again.”
Kyomi let herself smile, small, subtle, but real. “We’ll see.”
A long pause stretched over them, the kind that carried more meaning than words ever could. The quiet, the lingering looks, the electricity—they both felt it.
Finally, Kyomi opened the door. “Night, Jimmy.”
“Night, shawty,” he replied, voice low, still carrying that trace of a smirk, but softer somehow.
She walked toward the building, heels clicking on the sidewalk. Jimmy watched her go, the glow of the streetlights tracing the line of her figure. For a moment, the air between them still vibrated from the night—teasing, charged, and unspoken.
And as she disappeared into the lobby, he knew it wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
The click of the door shutting behind her echoed softly in the apartment. Kyomi let her back fall against it, eyes closing for a beat as she exhaled, long and slow.
Her body still buzzed from the night—the laughter, the teasing, the way Jimmy had looked at her… and the brush of his hand against hers.
She shook her head, trying to push it away. Focus. Work. You’re not supposed to be thinking like this.
But the image of him leaned back on the bench, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth, tattoos catching the neon lights… it refused to leave.
Her mind wandered before she could stop it: the brush of his thigh when she had passed him for the ball, the way his cologne had hit her in the car, the low, teasing tone of his voice.
A shiver ran down her spine, her fingers clutching the waistband of her pants. She tried to force herself to think of something else. Laundry. Work. That one text Lash had sent her earlier. Anything.
But her thoughts kept returning to him—slowly, deliberately, teasing her brain with every memory of the night.
She exhaled again, heavier this time, pressing her palms into her eyes. Get it together, Kyomi.
Her apartment was quiet, the bay breeze drifting in faintly from the window. But even in the silence, Jimmy’s presence lingered—vivid, electric, impossible to shake off.
Kyomi bit her lip, standing and moving toward her bedroom, trying to put the night behind her. But deep down, she knew one thing for certain: he had gotten under her skin, and she had no idea how to make him leave.
And maybe… she didn’t want him to.
Kyomi stood in front of her bedroom mirror, brushing her hair out of her face. The soft hum of the city drifted through the window, the bay lights painting her skin in pale reflections.
Her thoughts kept drifting back to Jimmy—the way he’d smirk at her, the casual confidence that made her chest tighten, and the small touches she tried to tell herself were accidental. Not accidental, she admitted silently.
She pulled on her work outfit, a sleek black ensemble that hugged her curves without trying too hard. The nightclub wasn’t about glamour—it was about energy, about keeping the night alive—but she couldn’t stop her mind from replaying the playful teasing from the bowling alley.
A soft laugh escaped her lips as she remembered the way he’d leaned close, low enough for her to smell him, teasing her as if he already knew exactly how much he affected her.
Kyomi shook her head, trying to focus. “Get it together, bitch,” she muttered, smoothing her outfit down.
You’re here to work. Not think about him. Not yet.
But even as she applied a hint of gloss to her lips, she caught herself imagining the way his hand had brushed hers—again—and how easily that small contact had made her pulse spike.
Her phone sat on the dresser, silent. She hadn’t checked it since she got home. She didn’t need a reminder of him right now; her mind was already running wild.
She sighed, grabbing her purse. Tonight, she’d throw herself into the music, the crowd, the lights—but Jimmy lingered at the edge of every thought.
Even as she left her apartment and stepped out into the city night, the memory of his gaze stayed with her. The spark between them wasn’t gone. It was just waiting, like electricity in the air before a storm.
Jimmy’s boots clicked against the hardwood floor as he stepped into the apartment, tossing his jacket onto the back of the chair. The place smelled faintly of Zilla’s cologne mixed with leftover snacks—typical of their chaotic living room.
Jey lounged on the sofa, controller in hand, eyes glued to the game but smirking the second he caught sight of Jimmy. Zilla was nowhere to be seen, probably holed up somewhere else, leaving the twins alone for a moment.
“Back already?” Jey asked, not looking away from the screen. “How was it?”
He raised an eyebrow, dropping onto the chair near the kitchen counter. “How what was it?”
Jey smirked, finally glancing at him. “Don’t be acting slow now, you know what I’m talking about.”
He stiffened for half a second, trying to keep his expression neutral. “She was cool.”
“Mm-hmm. Cool, huh? That’s all you got for me? C’mon, twin you think imma run my mouth?”
“Again you might knowing yo’ ass.”
Jey had smacked his teeth rolling his eyes. “You trippin dawg.”
Jimmy shook his head, trying to hide the twitch of a grin.
“Whatever twin.” Jimmy said.
“Look yo’ ass been gone for two hours straight with Shawty and you come back glowing from the bowling alley.” Jey replied then added. “So what’s up with her? Like for real.”
He leaned back against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fuck, I don’t know man. The only way I can describe her is gentle dangerously gentle.”
Jey raised an eyebrow. “Dangerously gentle huh? Oh she got you hooked no doubt.”
“Don’t push it.” Jimmy shot him a look, half amused, half warning.
“I’m just saying twin, you haven’t been like this since…you know which I will not mention but maybe she’s different.” He said.
Jimmy smirked slightly despite himself, taking a slow breath. “We’ll see I’m still tryna figure her out.”
“Keep on figuring out and Isayah is gon’ snatch her ass up.”
He shook his head, eyes drifting toward the empty doorway where Zilla usually appeared.
“Relax. He gon’ snatch shit when we both know what he’s gonna do.”
Jey smirked again, returning his attention to the game, but the teasing glint in his eyes said he wasn’t done.
Jimmy ran a hand over his face, shaking his head, a quiet chuckle escaping him. Yeah… she’s got me wrapped around her finger already.
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lashlegendwwe replied to your story: ouuuu my girl is on a date 😁😁(JK JK DONT COME FOR ME BESTIE😭)
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jonathanfatu replied to your story: I had fun with you tonight shawty we should do this more often if you want to ofc ❤️
a/n: ngl they’re so cute fr fr but wait until Zilla get a whiff of this oh he’s gonna be pissed.
