“Aye, babe, get me a beer, huh?”

Jeremiah hums, smiling sweetly at you and giving you a big kiss as you lean down.

“There you go, baby girl. My payment.”

He chuckles, brushing his fingers against your cheek and watching as you saunter off.

“Damn, you fine.”

He rumbles, going back to talking with his friends. He notices a struggle after a while, spotting you in the kitchen trying to back away from another guy.

“We got a fuckin’ problem? Hands off my girl.”