"Sonya?" Ray called out softly, voice still a little raspy from the surprise.

Sonya set her shopping bags down and walked straight over. She looked kinda annoyed, but her eyes stayed warm.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were moving out, Ray? I only found out from Karl this morning. You really thought I wouldn’t know?"

Ray opened his mouth but didn’t get the chance to answer. Karl, still standing by the door with the last box in his hands, just grinned.

"I’ll go load these in the car real quick so you two can talk," he said, already heading out. "Ray, I’ll be waiting downstairs."

Ray just nodded. Once Karl disappeared, he turned back to Sonya, looking awkward as hell.

"You... not working today?"

Sonya sighed. "Gym’s closed again. Something with the electricity. So I got the day off." She gave him a worried look. "But seriously, Ray... you’re actually moving? Without saying anything to me?"

Ray scratched the back of his neck. That old memory was still sitting heavy in his head — the spoon she’d rubbed all over her pussy before making him eat with it — but right now her whole mom vibe was strong as hell. He couldn’t even argue back.

Sonya stepped closer, voice softer but still full of concern.

"Ray, where’d you even get the money for this place? It’s not cheap. You didn’t do anything stupid, did you?"

Ray shook his head fast. "No. I got a big project recently. Paid pretty good."

Sonya paused, then her expression softened. She nodded like she just remembered something.

"Oh right... you used to be a programmer, huh? A good one too, if I remember." She reached out and gently ran her fingers through his hair, like she was calming a kid. "I’m really glad you’re back doing what you’re actually good at. Not just cleaning jobs and random stuff. You’re smart. I’m proud of you."

Ray froze. Her hand felt warm and real, and it made something in his chest tighten. This sudden soft side of her felt... off. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

"Uh, Sonya..." he said, taking a breath. "Can you wait outside for a sec? I gotta give the keys back to the landlord real quick."

Sonya shook her head. "I’m coming with. Maybe I can help."

Ray gave up and they walked down the hall together. A MILF was standing outside her door at the end — smooth skin, hair tied up loose, cigarette smoke still drifting from between her fingers. Loose t-shirt, casual shorts, but that sexy older-woman energy was loud.

Ray held out the keys. "Here you go, ma’am. Thanks for everything. The place was good."

"Boy... you got money now or something? You literally just paid rent yesterday," she said, flat.

She took the keys with a small smile. The second she noticed Sonya standing next to him though, she burst out laughing — loud and bright.

"Sonya?! Oh my god, is that you?! After all these years?!"

Sonya grinned. "Diadict..."

Diana laughed harder and playfully smacked Sonya’s arm. "Hey, my name’s Diana, you know? It’s been forever since we last saw each other, middle school buddy! What the hell are you doing here?"

She looked between the two of them, eyebrows raised. "Wait... you two together now? Ray still, uh... yeah, I figured."

Diana leaned in a little toward Ray with a big teasing smirk and said, loud enough for Sonya to hear:

"That thick brown ass got you hard, huh?"

Ray’s face went hot instantly. "H-Huh—?!"

Sonya smacked Diana’s arm. "Hey, girl, chill. Don’t talk like that. Ray’s a good guy."

Diana cackled, bending over while holding her stomach. "Okay okay, sorry Ray! Go enjoy playing house then, hahaha. Safe move, kid. Just remember — if there’s any damage, your deposit’s gone."

Ray just stood there, still stunned. Sonya sighed beside him with a small smile, clearly used to Diana’s mouth.

Diana finally calmed down, still grinning. "For real though, it’s good seeing you again, Sonya. We should grab coffee sometime. Ray, be careful with the move. If you need anything, my number’s still the same."

Ray nodded stiffly. "Yeah... thanks."

They said their goodbyes. As Ray and Sonya walked back down the hall, Ray’s head was still spinning. Sonya walked quietly beside him, occasionally glancing over with that small, unreadable smile.

He couldn’t shake the weird feeling. And Sonya? She was busy with her own thoughts.

That thicc MILF was thinking, ’Does Ray know that spoon yesterday was straight from my pussy?’ She swallowed.

’But he’s not acting weird... so we’re probably good.’ A little shiver ran through her as she replayed the image of Ray eating with the spoon she’d rubbed all over her wet pussy. She was getting horny just thinking about it.

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They headed downstairs, Sonya still carrying the shopping bags. Ray glanced at them as they walked.

"You went shopping?"

Sonya let out a short breath through her nose. "Yeah. Obviously. Figured I’d get some stuff to celebrate your move."

Her tone wasn’t rude, but it had an edge to it that made Ray pause. He couldn’t tell if she was actually annoyed.

He was still lowkey on guard around her after what happened with that spoon. Part of him kept wondering if she was planning something else weird when he wasn’t looking.

He scratched his cheek. "Uh... if you want, we can cook together later. I kinda wanna start learning how to do it myself anyway."

Sonya gave a small laugh. "Sure..."

Inside, though, she felt a flicker of disappointment. She’d been hoping he’d just let her handle everything.

Outside, Karl was already waiting in his car with the boxes loaded. Sonya walked over to her own car parked a few spots away.

"I’ll follow you guys," she said, getting in.

The drive was short. When they pulled up in front of the new building, Ray stepped out of Karl’s car and stretched. He turned toward the entrance and stopped cold.

Julia was standing right by the front door.

"Fuck..." he muttered.