Spencer and Cane grew up depending on one another to survive once tragedy reshaped everything they knew and loved. But as they crash into adulthood, the decisions they make weigh heavily on their future. And for these two, it could be the difference...
"Bro, what the hell you got going on in there? We got to go fool!" My brother Cane yells through the thin wooden bedroom door.
"I'm come...ing," I say as the pleasure of making love to my high school sweetheart to celebrate my early graduation from USC takes complete control over my body.
She chuckles as she watches me, basically, go through an aftershock, after reaching my climax.
"Dawg, you're ruining the plans! Our section is probably already packed."
I lean my head back and close my eyes after catching a tiny glimpse of the ceiling,
"You sure you want to leave?" She asks me as she leaves a trail of kisses from my navel to the peck on my chest.
My body tenses and every bone in me wants to stay right here in this room and go for round three. But I know my brother won't take no for an answer this time.
"I wish!" I mumble and she stops kissing me to put on her bra and shirt before sliding on her panties.
I pick her skirt off of the floor and hand it to her before finding my pants and putting them on.
"I got finals tomorrow anyway." She tells me as I grab my brush and stare in the mirror for a few minutes.
She watches me closely as I brush my waves carefully and then spray cologne onto my body.
"What?" I ask with a small smile, never bothering to turn around. Instead, I stare at her beautiful reflection in the mirror.
"I was just thinking about how we've made it through college. Well I still have a semester left, but you know what I mean."
"Yeah," I chuckle as she walks over and switches positions with me before fixing her hair. "And?"
"And now we have the NFL draft, parties, more Cane," she says and I shake my head with a small smirk.
"Baby, what's your point?" I ask impatiently.
"My point is that I trust you. I've never had a reason not to trust you. Your future is bright and our future together seems promising. Please don't let Cane or any of those groupie-hoes break my trust."
She stares down at the dresser where my new diamond chain lays.
"It's a gift from Cane. You know... for graduating and stuff?"
"It looks expensive. And last I checked, you are an unpaid college graduate. This chain isn't in your budget. And honestly, it just doesn't look like your style." She tells me and I laugh.
"My style? Baby, you worry too much!" I tell her as I help her put on her necklace.
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