The Game of Love

Ch. 9: Night Cap

Tyra's P.o.V.

Jaylen opens the door to his room and turns on the lamp. It's orange and black. A nice orange covers all four walls and black occupies the trim on the walls and carpet. A combination of both make up his nice queen-sized bed. He has a desk in the corner with a monitor, a laptop and I notice a PS4 under his desk. His walk-in closet connects to his own bathroom that has a more fresh color scheme. The nice 40" plasma tv screen hung on his wall, too. This place was sexy! (I imagined it would be.)

"You like it?"

"Yeah. It's cool---and fresh." I walk over to his bed fondling the many orange and black pillows.

"This my favorite colorway."

"Yeah, duh. I can tell." I can feel his stare as I tour his room freely while he's still leaning on his wall with the door open.

"Ya know you can stay here however long you want to. It's alright wit me." He comes up behind me and lightly swipes his warm hand on mine to stop my nervous fondling. Oooo, he doing all the right things now, Lawd!

To play along, I lean back on his chest and whisper sexily, "You sure ya parents alright wit this?"

"Yeah," Jaylen whispers so close his mouth barely touches my ear and his warm breath sends chills throughout my body. His cologne from earlier is wearing off but smelling him just feels right.

"Is it ok if I can shower?" I ask to change the subject before it gets too spicy in here.

"Sure." He leaves to get me towels. I go in his bathroom, strip naked and hop in the shower.

Jaylen's P.o.V.

I 'ont know why Tyra thinks it's okay to tease me like this. Like c'mon now we coulda done something. But, I guess she isn't ready just yet. Can't believe her fine self is showering in my bathroom though!

"Jay!!!" My pops screams.

"Yeah Pops!" I scream running downstairs to see what he want.

"Wassup man. How was the date?" Pops asks taking off his brown cordoroy jacket, smiling all hard. Pops is my height and he has the same skin tone as me. His dark brown eyes pierce deep when he mad and his military-style parenting got me disciplined early. He has a bald head and always wears his hat when he's not at work. He 'bout the most buff and big-handed 47-year old man that I know, even if I don't know many. He is big no matter what.

"The date was good, Pops."

"It's more than good Joe cuz he brought the young lady here to meet me," Ma says wiping the counters.

"Oh really. D-, I missed her."

"No she upstairs in Jaylen's room."

"Ma, it's not like that."

"Why she up there then? Care to explain?" Pops steps a lil closer gettin' all military on me.

"Look Pops she got a text saying a close family member died and her house situatiion ain't the best so she staying here for a 'lil bit." I layed down the law!

"Oh so you can just make decisions like this on ya own, huh?" He gets real close to the point where I can smell his last cigar.

"Pops it's cool. She cool," I say trying to stay as calm as possible hoping Tyra won't come down and see me get a whooping.

"Huh Jay, beca---," he gets interrupted by footsteps.

"Sorry am I interrupting something," Tyra says in a big shirt . I 'ont know if she got anything under it but that's for me to worry about.