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The small smile curled at the girlâs lips inched wider as he kissed at the corner of her mouth; yet another thing Ben seemed to be so good at, making it easy for her to smile. Vanessa recognized that she was probably a little in over her head, but she was rolling with it at this point. She gave a tilted nod of her head in agreement with his assessment, considering what time it was. She had every intention of grabbing her own things for herself, but she also couldnât say she was terribly surprised to find that Ben beat her to it, so she took the apartment keys instead and took whatever direction he gave so that she knew she was headed the right way to get to his place. Taking in a slow deep breath through her nose as the front door was pushed open, she stepped in slowly, unconsciously chewing at the inside of her lower lip. Quirking a brow at Benâs words, she was only looking at him for a moment before taking in her surroundings. She hadnât expected much, because she had a good idea of the sort of person Ben was - making good money with his dealing or not - but it was nice. It was homey in a simple and comfortable kind of way. There was the lingering smell of old cigarette smoke, undoubtedly clinging to Benâs clothes from all his life as a chimney, and all. Toying absently with the collar of her over-sized shirt, she wandered a little through the living room, peering out the back glass onto the balcony patio curiously. âThis is pretty cool.â She murmured, thinking out loud as she half-circled back in Benâs direction. She dragged her hand along the back edge of the couch as she moved back toward him. âDo you have a takeout menu drawer? Are you that organized?â She toyed, brow furrowing in a teasing questioning expression as she looped her arms up over his shoulders. âYou should probably give me a tour or something, isnât that polite or whatever?â
Ben honestly hoped this would be the first of many nights Vanessa spent at his apartment. It definitely beat her sneaking into her moms house, he figured, and he was never going to complain about her company, so he was hoping this went well. Hanging up his backpack on his typical hook, he put Vanessaâs next to it then moved to the laundry closet doors, dropping their wet clothes into the washer, figuring the least he could do is wash her wet clothes for her, but heâd get to that after the shower. Looking at the brunette, he smiled as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, eyeing the way she moved in the space. His eyebrows lifted up at her question, head tilting back and forth to the side a few times. âI might.â He breathed out through a chuckle. Ben smiled as she moved over to him, her arms moving up over his shoulders had his hands looping around her waist, pulling her close to him. âThereâs not much to see, itâs not huge or anything.â He smiled down at her, squeezing her sides and dipping his head into her neck. âAnd I thought we were gonna order take out then shower, huh?â He murmured into her skin, hands moving down over her ass to squeeze there next as he breathed out a sigh, inching back to look down at his girlfriend. âIâll show you, câmon.â He moved his hands from her ass to slide one up her arm, lacing their fingers and turning to walk towards his balcony with her hand in his. âI just smoke out here, thereâs a plastic chair I got at Walmart, but.â He laughed, opening the door so she could peek outside if she wanted to.Â










