Yes you do!

The five of you drifted together through the crowd, the buzz of the mall folding around your group like background static.

“Man, wanna catch up?” Jamal asked Darnell, his grin wide and cocky. “We’re getting clothes for Emile here.” He patted your shoulder, his heavy palm making your stomach tighten. “He wanted to get some new threads that show off his god-given booty.”

That made Abigail laugh, her voice high and sweet. “That’s smart. If you’ve got cake like that, you need to share it with the world.”

"That's exactly what I told him" Jamal says with a laugh.

“Yeah, sure man,” Darnell replied smoothly, his voice rolling like velvet. “We’re just here to get my girl’s nips pierced and a new spade, so we’ve got time.” Abigails cheeks turn a little pink from the words.

The way he said it made you blink. Why was he so casual about something so… intimate? And what exactly did he mean by 'a new spade'?

“Great, bro,” Jamal said, clearly unbothered. “I can already tell she’ll look incredible with them.” His smirk sharpened. “I love when a whity is marked. Shows who they belong to.”

His large, dark hand reached out and squeezed Justin’s upper arm where the spade tattoo he shared with Sarah was inked into his pale skin. The comment was sharp, teasing, but the tone carried something heavier, something more pointed. Jamal had teased before, sure, but this felt different. Still, you brushed it off as him being more comfortable around an old friend.

The five of you kept moving, the next store only a few minutes ahead. Still, it felt like all eyes turned when Darnell and Abigail passed. Maybe it was his size, maybe her curves, or maybe it was just the aura they carried together: dominant black stallion, submissive white snow bunny, moving as one.

Darnell kept his thick arm locked around her waist, his hand resting possessively on her hip, sliding lower every now and then. It didn’t look like affection so much as control, guiding her, reminding her with every squeeze that she belonged to him. Abigail didn’t mind. If anything, her cheeks flushed prettily, and her smile softened each time his fingers dug into her thick flesh.

Jamal lingered back with Darnell, their heads tilted close as they spoke in low tones. That left you, Justin, and Abigail up front. She glanced your way, her big blue eyes lighting up, her perfume wrapping around you, warm and sharp.

“So you’re Emile, right? Jamal’s new roommate?”

Your stomach fluttered hearing your name in her mouth. She was gorgeous up close. Long wavy blonde hair, glossy lips catching the harsh mall lights, curves pressed tight into her clothes. Even the way she walked, with a subtle sway of her hips, was mesmerizing.

“Y-yeah,” you stammered, scratching the back of your neck. “That’s me. Nice to meet you.”

Her smile widened. “Aw, you’re a cute white boy. A little shy.” She leaned closer, her voice dipping, playful. “That’s okay. I used to be shy too.”

Justin gave her a quick glance, wary but curious. Abigail caught it instantly and her grin turned sly. “Oh, don’t look so nervous. I don’t bite.” Her lips lingered on the words before she added, low enough to make your pulse skip: “Unless Darnell tells me to.”

Heat rushed to your face. Was she teasing? Joking? The casual way she dropped those lines made you dizzy. If she kept talking like that, you weren’t sure you wouldn't fall in love with her...

“And you must be Justin?” she asked suddenly, tilting her head. “Funny enough, I’ve heard about you. Trent asked Darnell for advice about your little… arrangement.” She giggled when Justin’s cheeks flared red. Leaning close to his ear, she softly whispered something "Hes really good at handling white boys like you... how's that cage you are wearing? As tight as possible I hope."

Her words were too soft for you to catch, but you saw his whole body tense.

She giggles and Justin's cheeks grow read.

His eyes went wide, then down to the floor, blushing even harder.

Abigail giggled again, tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “You know, when I first met Darnell, I was so different. I wasn’t… me yet. Not really. He saw it before I did. Pushed me to be braver, to step out of my comfort zone. To embrace being his snow bunny.”

Her voice turned dreamy, affectionate. “Now? I can’t imagine being anything else. The contrast between us…” She lifted her pale arm, then glanced back at Darnell who walks behind you. “…it’s just beautiful, isn’t it?”

You nodded quickly, maybe even too quickly. “Y-yeah. It’s definitely striking.”

She beamed, then tilted her head with a sly, knowing smile. “And honestly, back when I was just a white boy, like every black man, he was better than me in every single way imaginable. Stronger, cooler, taller, more confident… even in ways I never thought about at first.” Her lips parted, voice dropping lower. “Especially in the bedroom. I didn’t stand a chance.”

She flicked her gaze at Justin. “I bet this one could tell you a lot about size differences between black and white men.”

Justin looked away immediately, his ears scarlet. Abigail just laughed softly, clearly enjoying the way both of you squirmed.

“See?” she said sweetly. “That’s the fun of it. I used to think I had to be in control, but with him? I don’t have to. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. Made me fall in love, made me… well, become who I was meant to be. And now I’m happy to be his lucky white girl. His snow bunny. Forever.”

Her words dripped with sincerity, but underneath ran something hotter, heavier. Devotion, yes, but not only emotional. It was physical, erotic, undeniable.

You stole a glance behind. Jamal and Darnell were still walking close, their voices low, their eyes occasionally flicking toward you.

That word again. Snow bunny. You weren’t sure what it meant exactly, but you knew it wasn’t about bunnies in the snow. Not in this context. You were sure you have heard it before, but couldn’t quite place when. Maybe… maybe you’d ask her later...

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