11/14/2017
Ain't this what you came for
Don't you wish you came, oh
Girl what you're playing for
Ah, come on
Come on, let me kiss that
Ooh, I know you miss that
What's wrong, let me fix that
John Legend, Tonight
Storm.
"You thought I forgot?" His deep voice finally spoke, causing me to almost melt in his arms.
"I know you didn't." I whispered when he finally let me go. I proceeded to put my duffel bag in my backseat.
"We need to talk, Phatphat," he said calling me by the name he always had for me. I didn't say anything or turn around.
"When," I finally spoke, my voice cracking a little with emotion.
"Now." He said and walked around to my passenger door. I watched as he got in. He honked the car after a few minutes of me standing, frozen. I sighed and got in the car.
I started the car and allowed him to hook his phone up to my aux cord as I started to drive.
Thirty minutes later, we were sitting inside my house. I looked at everything but him as I felt his eyes staring at me.
"You know you walked away from me, Storm." He said breaking the silence. With that, my eyes shot to him quick and I chuckled.
"You chose who you wanted, didn't you Harlem?" I said bitterly. He sighed and tugged on one of his dreads.
"I was thinking with my dick, but I'm a grown ass man now." I scoffed at that, causing him to clench his jaw.
"Yo, something I said funny?" He said, his deep voice dropping a few octaves. I was sure that this wasn't the time to remember how his tongue felt on my kitty, but I couldn't help it.
"I didn't bring you here to argue with you in my home. I just want to smoke a blunt and go to sleep." I tried to keep my tone at bay. I felt like just being in his presence would spark a panic attack. This was the man that hunted my dreams and drove me mentally crazy.
"How you been, Storm?" He asked simply as he stood up. I watched him closely. He pulled two rolled blunts out of his pocket. He handed one to me along with a lighter.
I sighed and quickly lit the blunt. Bringing it to my lips, I took a long pull and waited for a few before I responded to him. He chuckled as he watched me, but he didn't make a move to light his own blunt.
"Crazy. Stripping helps the adrenaline wear off," I mumbled as I leaned back and relaxed a little, closing my eyes.
"You always been sexy as fuck, but stripping did get you right," He spoke, and I nodded.
I listened as he got up and walked over to me, but I still didn't open my eyes. He sat next to me and placed his arms around me, pulling me into his chest while I continued to puff on my blunt.
"I'm not fucking you, Harlem." I said bluntly, and he chuckled.
"I know. You need to be held though, let me do that." He spoke as I allowed my high to take over. I felt my face get hot, but I said nothing as we sat like that. I reached over him to put the lit blunt out and sat it in the ashtray.
Settling back into my comfortable position on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat letting it lull me to sleep.
Storm and her blunts!
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