Jo couldn't keep her hands off you. Especially whenever the two of you had the apartment all to yourselves. Your roommate was out for the night—the entire night. She wouldn't be back until the next morning.

Jo planned on taking advantage of this.

Being with you was her favorite thing. There wasn't a single thing on this planet that she would choose over you. Having such a perfect image in her eyes had always made your cheeks turn red.

She laid down on your bed, dragging you down with her. She might be coming across as needy right now, but she didn't care at all. She hadn't been alone with you in what felt like ages (it had only been a few days).

"Come here, baby," she murmured. She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes on you. It was impossible not to stare. Especially when you looked like this. She couldn't keep her eyes off of your lips in particular. The red shine was your favorite lip gloss. One that she knew the flavor of was cherry. She could almost taste it from memory alone.

"You gonna let me borrow some of that lipgloss?" She asked in a manner that made you know she didn't want some from the tube. Her lustful gaze was locked on you and your cherry-red lips. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as her hands wrapped around your waist.