The only thing that innocent loner Janae Patterson was ever good at was art and soccer. But her talent got her all the way to Louisiana State University on a full scholarship. Freshman year proved much more difficult than expected but she also fin...
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I opened my eyes drawn from sleep by the soft melodic sounds of a guitar.
Happy, I smiled and hummed before my sight even came into focus. The morning light haloed the angel sitting upon the windowsil. His music leading me back from the dreamworld. This had become my favorite way to wake up. To him sitting in his window playing at his guitar. A serene look on his handsome face. Serenading me.
"You awake?" Hearing the satisfied hum coming from his sheets, he smiled and asked, not bothering to turn around or stop playing.
"Im awake." I sighed at the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I had already painted this moment multiple times. He had become my muse. And apparently I had become his. I rolled onto my stomach and placed my chin on my hands watching him.
This cocoon we created for ourselves on a Sunday had become our "thing" now that both the football and soccer seasons were over. We loved on each other and created together. Talked for hours. It had become my peace. And I think it had become his too.
During the week, Lo had his head completely into the combines that were soon coming up, while I went to my own practices, grinded away at school and showed up to my job, despite the fact Lo told me multiple times I should quit because he could pay for whatever I needed. I didn't listen. I was used to doing for myself and now I had the end of the week to look forward to. Because on Sundays, it was all about the two of us being together. Intertwining, hearts, bodies, and souls.
After he climbed back into his bed, we lay wrapped up together naked under the sheets. The sound of the rain drumming lightly outside. The room was hotboxed with a mixture of my incense and Lo's weed. I put him onto the incense after I practically moved into his place. Lo said it really helped his nerves. The incense and my company. He had been extra on edge as the date of the combine grew nearer. Now that my season was over, I began smoking with him from time to time. I'd smoked a few times before in high school. But it was different after making love, creating art, and lying in the bed beside my sexy ass man. Sometimes I felt I could become completely consumed by this. His love.
"I hate it but Ima have to stop next week." Lo gently kissed my forehead.
"Stop?" I frowned not sure what he was talking about.
"The smoking."
I lifted an eyebrow. "Just like that?"
Lo shrugged chuckling. "You act like I'm an addict."
I rolled my eyes. "I never said that."
"Well I am an addicted to something." He snuggled his nose into the crook of my neck. "But it ain't marijuana."
"Oh really?" I turned and kissed him, biting his bottom lip softly and slowly. He smiled and hummed into the kiss pulling me tighter against his hard body. "And I still get a hit of you baby. Don't I?"
