“I know it’s late, but, wanna watch a movie?” Mia asked.
Jordan’s eyes returned to meet Mia’s. He peripherally gazed at her clothed body and began to fill in the pieces based on what he saw. He couldn’t gaze too long since he had to answer Mia’s question.
“Sure, you can watch a movie. Just make sure to turn it off when…”
“No, I mean us. We barely do anything together anyways. Plus, I’m feeling pretty confident things are gonna look up.”
“Is that so?”
“Would you stop being so sad and depressed all the time?”
“Wow, why didn’t I think of that? Just stop being sad, huh?” Jordan laughed as he rolled his eyes.
“Come on, please? Just one movie and you can pick it. Okay?” Mia said, swaying her arms side to side. Her braless chest, which was then covered in a white tank top, danced as she did.
“How do women do this?” he whispered, referring to how easily he was being persuaded. “Fine, let’s go. But you’ll probably not like what I have in mind.”
“Please tell me it’s at least past 1960 or something,” she chuckled.
“Hey, nothing wrong with the classes. But no, it’s a mystery,” Jordan replied.
The two walked over to the living room and cleared a set of boxes from the couch facing the small T.V. It was a small seat, and the other couch wasn’t properly set up since it was taken apart to make space.
“Uh, crap, only one seat. I’ll grab the kitchen one,” Jordan said. Mia grabbed him by the arm.
“Just sit here, we’ll be fine,” she replied.
“But, where will you…”
“Just. Sit!”
“Alright, alright,” Jordan laughed with his hands up. “I want to say I’m too young to die, but I’m probably somewhere in between.”
“Nah, you’re fine,” Mia said, smiling as Jordan took his seat. Before he could grab the remote on the edge of the nearby table, Mia twirled and sat in his lap. The abrupt impact caused Jordan to grunt.
“Uh, you know there’s…”
“Relax,” Mia said with a chuckle. “I used to do this all the time with dad just to mess with him. I’m not heavy, am I?” She definitely wasn’t heavy; in fact, she was a unique combination of soft and firm. The only thing that felt fleshier than the rest of her body in comparison was her cushion-like ass that melted into the folds of Jordan’s lap.
How can the rest of her body look so firm, yet her ass is so plump? Is that where she keeps all the fat? Jordan thought.
He reached for the remote and selected a movie without putting much thought into it. It was a dark romance starring a tall, red-headed female detective named Reina. It started with her getting out of bed and realizing her gun, phone and badge were stolen by the man she spent the night with. While pursuing him, the man receives all the calls and texts the detective should have gotten, and, being a criminal, warns his friends about the cops. All his friends managed to escape their impending capture because they were notified beforehand, and when the department found out it was Reina’s fault she was fired.
“That’s so messed up. It wasn’t even her fault,” Mia commented.
Jordan smiled and shook his head, gazing at the back of Mia’s head. Her long, black ponytail spread across her back as she leaned forward. She was clearly more interested in the movie than he was. Or maybe it was that he was more interested in watching her than the movie? Mia could be mature when she wanted to be, yet her mannerisms and body radiated a form of youthful energy and presence.