Amouranna, better known as Amora, has always seen the world differently from everybody else. Being rich and having everything handed to her on a silver platter was all she knew. After being roughly pushed into a new environment, she must awaken from...
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Amora felt content and comfortable as she was swallowed by Ghost's black t-shirt, which fell down to her thighs. It smelled like him and she was all for it. She was sitting on the edge of his bed, feeling shy once again. Ghost was laid out on his bed, shirt off showing his body and it had her feeling hot. Her original plan was to act like she had an attitude and give him the business, but it wasn't working seeing as she was melting just at the small things he did. She was facing him and he had a smug expression as he leaned against his pillows. He knew that he had her right where he wanted her. The tension in the air was thick but neither wanted to start the needed conversation. However, Amora was feeling bold.
"I'm not really sure what you want from me." She said lowly, her voice soft. It was true, he was confusing her.
"What you mean?" He responded quickly, now amused.
"I mean the way you come around when you want to. We went on a date and you didn't speak to me after that," She paused, "Then, you act like you want me and then act like I don't exist. You only want me when you want instead of all the time."
Ghost was surprised by her newfound will to actually say what was on her mind. He looked into her eyes, reading her. He didn't know how he wanted to play the situation at hand but he knew how to work around with his words. He cracked a smile. "So, you missed me?"
Rolling her eyes, Amora was growing frustrated. He was playing with her and she knew it. "Xavier, stop playing."
"Come here." He demanded, opening his arms out to her. She was hesitant to get up but she did anyways, cuddling up to him and melting in his arms. "I like you, Amora."
There it was, those butterflies in her stomach. She loved hearing those words, nearly forgetting why she was mad in the first place.
"You don't act like it."
"You right. I'm gone do better. You know you my baby." Xavier spoke, manipulating Amora like it was nothing. Her chest felt warm and she was loving every second.
"We had this conversation before, though. What's changing?" She asked, looking up at him. He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest.
"I been really dealing with something personal and you right. I been a lil off but I really want you to be mine and mine only." Xavier put his hand under her chin, caressing the side of her face. She couldn't deny it, the affection felt amazing.
"I wanna be yours," She responded, leaning up to kiss his soft lips. He grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him, running his hands down her body. She pulled back, flustered. She wasn't even sure how she felt anymore but all she knew was it felt good.
She ran her hands down his chest and abs, tracing every curve of his body. She stopped on a scar on the right side of his stomach, rubbing the faded skin. "I got stabbed," Xavier spoke, alleviating her confusion.
