20. Understand

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+Zayan Colt+

In German-

"What's wrong?" Walden asked.

"No lyrics are coming to my mind. Nothing is happening here." I pointed to my head.

"Why? You're usually good." Oswald sat across me, plucking at the strings of his guitar.

"I don't know."

"The last 24 hours. What happened?"

"I fucked Melantha."

"Mmhm. Was it good?" Oswald smirked.

"Fucking amazing. I don't think I've ever had a positive experience with post nut clarity until her." I laughed.

"You could write about it. She's a freak she wouldn't mind if you wrote something poetic and vulgar about fucking her. Or get fucked again and think of something based on that experience." Walden sipped his beer.

"That's good." Oswald nodded.

"That's true." I sighed.

"Does she know you're here?"

"Most likely."

"Was that a one time thing or-"

"She's murder him if it was a one time thing. She's insane." Armin finally chimed in.

"It's fucking hot. I want a woman with big tits to want me and stalk me. Sexy as fuck." Oswald shrugged.

"If you don't like crazy girls you can date her friend Myla." I smirked at Armin.

"Hell no. She talks so much." He pinched the bridge of his nose. I snorted, mentally agreeing.

I shut my eyes for a split second and her naked body was an image in my mind. The feel of her inked skin under my hands.

My god. Every curve of that damn body had my head spinning.

"I'll be right back." I stood and left the house.

I called her.

English-

"Hey love." She answered.

"Bunny."

"What's the call for?"

"I miss you."

"Mmmm. You haven't been gone long."

"Am I not allowed to miss you?"

"I suppose you are."

"Tell me you love me." I whispered.

"I don't know..."

"Mel. I know you do. Tell me." I said sternly.

"I don't like your tone."

I bit my tongue. Took a breath.

"Please?" I pleaded.

She chuckled.

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

I sighed.

"You could always just come back." She chuckled.

"What're you doing?"

"Just got out of the shower."

"Again? I washed your hair-"

"My body. Shaved. Washed it. Not my hair."

I nodded.

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