Eh I love y'all and decided to let y'all past the requirement for the last past. 🙂 but I can't post again until both parts hit requirement.
But y'all I can't help but to find myself thinking about my mindless behavior days 🤣. Man. Those were some good times.
Please ignore any and all mistakes.
••••• Xavier/Corinne. | 7 days until Christmas...
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X stirred in his sleep feeling Cori move around on his chest. His eyes opened in a squint and looked down to see she buried her face in his neck, snoring softly. His arm was wrapped around her waist. He reached up and rubbed his eyes, looking over to check his phone seeing it was 8 in the morning.
After leaving the gun range he ended up driving to a hotel and decided it would be best to stay there for the night. The last thing Corinne needed to be around at the moment was her family.
He needed to come up with a game plan and fast because he wasn't about to let Corinne go out like this. The first thing on his list was damn near letting her beat her sister ass. She was the only one he really ain't like. Like what was the reason for any of this? Everything she told Corinne wasn't her business to tell.
She lucky she a girl cause he would've really went in on her weird ass. He got angry just thinking about her, gripping her waist tighter.
He didn't fuck with calling women bitches but Caroline was the biggest bitch he's ever met. She acted like she hated Corinne.
Cori awoke out of her sleep from his grip tightening, lifting her head up to look at him. "X relax." She whispered tiredly, her eyelids barely open.
He loosened his grip and relaxed. "My fault princess. You good?"
She yawned and nodded slowly. "Surprisingly yeah.... you okay? You got tense as fuck there."
"I'm straight, I was just thinking to much." He sighed, rubbing her back.
She laid her head back down and rubbed his lower stomach, staring off at nothing. "About my mess of a life?"
"Yeah." He chuckled, but it wasn't funny. It was sad. "I'm sorry."
