Sweet, Sweet, Fantasies

Chapter 7: "It Was All A Dream Pt.3 (Nasty Party)"

Whewww what a roller coaster right? Also, wtf is up with these people's eyes?

I lowkey think Waylon's eyes are sexy asf 😩✋🏾

But anywhoooo back to the story!

Character names:

Tanya Wilson (Ta-on-ya Wilson)

Waylon Hearton (Waylon Heart-tin)

Play the song in the upper part for your full enjoyment and just in case you cannot access it (bc Wattpad sucks sometimes). The song is Nasty x Party slowed and reverb by Golden Boy.

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I woke up startled, having felt someone or something move against me scaring the shit out of me.

"Hey, hey it's okay mamas, it's just me." I heard Waylon say as he softly gathered me in his arms and held me close to his chest.

"Shit. You scared me."

"I know, I'm sorry I was just getting up to make you something to eat."

"Oh okay, I'm going to take a shower. I feel gross."

"Okay be careful, I don't want to you slip and fall."

"Will do."

I slowly slid out of his arms feeling more than the heat of his skin which made me blush. Hurriedly I got out of bed with him and rushed to the bathroom. Quickly I shut the door and put my forehead on it.

"God Tanya. Stop acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. You're a grown-ass woman."

Letting out a rush of air, I turned around turning on the shower. As I started taking off my clothes I started noticing the dark bruises on my body from my attack last night. If Waylon hadn't shown up, I don't know what would've happened to me. Forcing myself to stop looking at my bruises, I wrapped my locs into a top bun and got in the shower. Taking my time to wipe the physical and mental filth off my body.

After a while I got out, cursing at the fact that I had brought no clothes with me to the bathroom so I was forced to walk out into the room with only a towel on.

I silently opened the door and tip-toed my way across the room to my bag to pick up my clothing when I heard a gasping hiss behind me. I spun around to see Waylon standing there, still in just his boxers but his locs were no longer styled up. He had let them down. He stood there with a plate in his hand, staring at me.

"Um....is there- is there something wrong?"

"Uh no I....I should probably go back to the uhm the...kitchenette so you can get dressed. My apologies." He said as he turned around and did exactly as he said.

Letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I turned back around to get a red matching bra and panty set from Victoria's Secret and decided just to wear another oversized t-shirt. This shirt had a sun and moon tarot design on it.

"You can come back out now!" I lightly yelled out to him.

He slowly emerged from the kitchenette clearing his throat and handing me a plate piled with food.

"Thank you, but I don't eat this much. Would you like to eat this with me?"

"If you want me to, I will."

"Well, I do want you to. So it looks like you'll be eating with me. Come on."

I set the plate down on the bed and gently climbed back on while I watched him take his time sitting down and sitting as far away from me as possible, which made me frown. It was like he seemed to regret saving me last night. His face was in a grimace since I asked him to eat with me.