Malik was your best friend’s brother, that you found somewhat attractive. But who would blame you? He often got compliments on his hair, smile, eyes, and of course his body. He was tall, 6'3. His eyes were a hazel brown, his smile was perfect. Straight, pretty white teeth. His hair was in braided into dreads. One night at a sleepover, your best friend was passed out and you were on the couch with Malik. He had you on his lap, his large hard gently caressing your arm as you watched the movie he had put on.

“You smell lovely.”

He muttered roughly in your ear before moving some hair away from your face.